Paroles de 'Old Doc Brown' par Hank Snow

He was just an old country doctor in a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way he served us one and all
Now many a patient forgot to pay though Doc's fee was small.

But Old Doc Brown didn't seem to mind he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition was to find it seems sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my hometown yes I'm one of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown when we made our first debut.

Though he needed his dimes and there were times that he'd receive a fee
He'd pass it on to some poor soul that needed it worse than he
But when the depression hit our town and drained each meager purse
The scanty income of Old Doc Brown just went from bad to worse.

He had to sell all of his furniture why he couldn't even pay his office rent
So to a dusty room over a livery stable Doc Brown and his satchel went
And on the hitchin' post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He nailed a little sign that read Doc Brown has moved upstairs.

There he kept on helpin' folks get well and his heart was just pure gold
But anyone with eyes could see that Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he didn't even answer when they knocked upon his door
Old Doc Brown was a layin' down but his soul was no more.

They found him there in that old black suit on his face was a smile of content
But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and a copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
Beside each debtor's name old Doc had written these words paid in full.

It looked like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some alarm
Til someone 'membered the family graveyard out on the Simmons farm
Old doc had brought six of their kids and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said Doc's been like one of the family and you can let him sleep with us.

Old Doc should have had a funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well
Donated an old iron casket that he had never been able to sell.

And the funeral procession it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagon-loads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we layed him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who'd earned the right to be on speaking terms with God.

His grave was covered with flowers but not from the floral shops
Just roses and things from folks' gardens and one or two dandelion pots
For the depression had hit our little town hard and each man carried a load
So some just picked the wildflowers as they passed along the road.

We wanted to give him a monument kinda figured we owed him one
Cause he'd made our town a better place for all the good he'd done
But monuments cost money so we did the best we could
And on his grave we gently placed a monument of wood.

We pulled up that old hitchin' post where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it certainly did look fine
Now the rains and the snow has washed away our white trimmin's of paint
And there's nothin' left but Doc's own sign and that's gettin' pretty faint.

Still when southern breezes and flickering stars carress our sleeping town
And the pale moon shines through Kentucky pines on the grave of Old Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitchin' post as if in answer to our prayers
Mutely tellin' the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved upstairs...