Key: F major•
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Verse 1
country doctor in a small Georgia town
but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way
he served us one and all
Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind
in fact he didn't even send out bills
sure cures for aches and ills
ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
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When we made our first
And there were times
he'd receive a fee
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But he would pass it on to some poor soul
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The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown
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just went from bad to worse
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He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't
even pay his office rent
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And so to an old dusty room over a liberty
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stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
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And there he kept on helping people
get well and his heart was pure gold
that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when
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they knocked upon his door
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Ol' Doc Brown was lying down but
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his life was no more
They found him there in his old black suit but
on his face was a smile of contentment
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But all the money they could find on him was
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So they opened up his ledger and what they
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc
and that caused us some alarm
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Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids in to this
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so he can sleep with us."
funeral fine enough for a king
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It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke
Except Jones the undertaker
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never been able to sell
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And the funeral procession well it wasn't
much for grace and pomp and style
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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
on speaking terms with God
His grave was covered with flowers
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Just roses and things from folks gardens
and one or two dandelion tops
and each man carried a load
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they passed along the way
we kind of figured we owed him one
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Cause he had made our town a better place
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a monument of wood
where Doc had nailed his sign
us it surely did look fine
our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old
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And still when southern breezes and
twinkling stars cross our little town
as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole wide world Doc
Brown has moved up stairs
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