Letra de «Brown ́s Ferry Blues»
Hard luck poppa, a-countin' his toes
You can smell his feet wherever he goes
Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues
Hard luck poppa can't do his stuff
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
It's early to bed and early to rise And your girl goes out with other guys Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues You don't believe mе try it yourself I tried it and I got left Lord, Lord, got thosе 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 Hard luck poppa standing in the snow His knees knock together but he's raring to go 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
It's early to bed and early to rise And your girl goes out with other guys Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues You don't believe mе try it yourself I tried it and I got left Lord, Lord, got thosе 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 Hard luck poppa standing in the snow His knees knock together but he's raring to go Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues
