He was just and old country doctor in a small
Georgia 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 Many a patient
forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small But
ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in fact he
didn't even send out bills His only ambition it
seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home town And yes
I'm one of them too were ushered in by ol' Doc
Brown When we made our first debaut ah he needed
his dimes And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he
said needed it worse than he So when hard times
hit our town and drained each meager purse The
scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad
to worse He had to sell his furniture why he
couldn't even pay his office rent And so to an old
dusty room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and
his satchel went On the hitching post at the curb
below to advertise his wares He nailed up a little
sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up
stairs" And there he kept on helping
people get well and his heart was pure gold But
anyone with eyes could see that Doc was getting
old Then one day he didn't even answer when they
knocked upon his door Ol' Doc Brown was lying down
but his life was no more They found him there in
his old black suit but on his face was a smile of
contentment But all the money they could find on
him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent So they
opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their
hearts a pull cause beside each debtor's name Ol'
Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and
that caused us some alarm 'Till some one
remembered the family graveyard out on the
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/uLzSimmon's farm Ol' Doc had brought six of their
kids into this world and Simmons was a grateful
cuss He said "Doc been like one of the
family so he can sleep with us." Ol' Doc
Brown should have had a funeral fine enough for a
king It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke
and no one could give a thing Except Jones the
undertaker he did mighty well He donated an old
iron casket he'd never been able to sell And the
funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace
and pomp and style But those wagonloads of
mourners they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him there to
rest beneath the sod This man who had earned the
right to be on speaking terms with God His grave
was covered with flowers but not from the floral
shop Just roses and things from folks gardens and
one or two dandelion tops For times had hit our
town hard and each man carried a load So some just
picked the wild flowers as they passed along the
way We wanted to give Doc a monument we kind of
figured we owed him one cause he had made our town
a better place for all the good he had done But
monuments cost money so we just did the best we
could And on his grave we just placed a monument
of wood We pulled up that old hitching post where
Doc had nailed his sign We painted it white and to
all of us it surely did look fine Now the rains
and snow has washed away our white trimmings of
paint And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old
sign and even that's getting faint And still when
southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our
little town And pail moonlight shines through
Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown You
can still see that old hitching post as if in
answer to our prayers Proudly telling the whole
wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs