Hardluck papa comin' down the lane
Mama give him back his walkin' cane
Lord! Lord! I got them Brown's Ferry Blues;
Throwed 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.
Hardluck papa gettin' too tight
If he don't quit drinkin', he'll be higher'n 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.
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 are a little GALOOT!"
Instead of her hand, I got his foot
Lord! Lord! I got them Brown's Ferry Blues.
Hardluck 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 second-hand clothes.
You can smell his feet wherever he goes
Lord! Lord! I got them Brown's Ferry Blues.
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
