Doc Watson — Browns Ferry Blues Live In New York / 1970

[Verse 1] Hard luck papa comin' down the lane Mama give him back his walkin' cane Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Thrown it away and he went to town To see that woman and now he's down Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues [Verse 2] Hard luck papa gettin' too tired If he don't quit drinkin', he'll be high as a kite Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues He's drinkin' that block and tackle kind He can walk a block and tackle a lion Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues [Verse 3] I walked up to my girl's old man And I asked him for my true love's hand Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues He said, "You la-la-little galoot" And instead of her hand, I got his foot Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues [Verse 4] Hard luck papa standin' in the rain If the world was corn, he couldn't buy grain Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues He runs around in secondhand clothes You can smell his feet wherever he goes Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues [Verse 5] Revenue man took my gin I hope they won't come back again Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Took my sweetie with them too 'Cause she'd had a little drink or two Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Said that's why he took her