Brown's Ferry Blues

Hard luck poppa counting his toes
 You can smell his feet wherever he goes
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 Hard luck poppa don't do his stiff
 Trouble with him he's been too rough
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 Two old maids a-sitting in the sand
 Each one wishing that the other was a man
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 Two old maids done lost their style
 If you want to be lucky, you got to smile
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 Early to bed and early to rise
 And your girl goes out with other guys
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 If you don't bvelieve me, try it yourself
 Well, I tried it and I got left
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 Hard luck poppa standing in the rain
 If the world was corn, he couldn't buy grain
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues
 His knees knock together but he's raing to go
 Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues