Brown's Ferry Blues Lyrics

Woody Guthrie 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