He was just an old country doctor
in a little kentucky town
fame and fortune had passed him by
but we never saw him frown
as day by day in his kindly way
he served us one and all
many a patient forgot to pay
althoand' docand's fees were small
But old doc brown didnand't seem to mind
he didnand't even send out bills
his only ambition was to find
it seems, sure cures for aches and ills
why nearly half the folks in my home town
yes, iand'm one of them too
were ushered in by old doc brown
when we made our first debut
Thoand' he needed his dimes and there were times
that heand'd receive a fee
heand'd pass it on to some poor soul
that needed it worse than he
but when the depression hit our town
and drained each meager purse
the scanty income of old doc brown
just went from bad to worse
He had to sell all of his furniture
why, he couldnand't even pay his office rent
so to a dusty room over a livery stable
doc brown and his practice went
on the hitchinand' post at the curb below
to advertise his wares
he nailed a little sign that read
and'doc brown has moved upstairsand'
There he kept on helpinand' folks get well
and his heart was just pure gold
but anyone with eyes could see
that doc was gettinand' old
and then one day he didnand't even answer
when they knocked upon his door
old doc brown was a-lyinand' down
but his soul - was no more
They found him there in an old black suit
and on his face was a smile of content
but all the money they could find on him
was a quarter and a copper cent
so they opened up his ledger
and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
beside each debtorand's name
old doc had writ these words, and'paid in fulland'
It looked like the potterand's field for doc
that caused us some alarm
till someone and'membered the family graveyard
out on the simmons farm
old doc had brought six of their kids
and simmons was a grateful cuss
he said andquot;docand's been like one of the family
so, you can let him sleep with usandquot;
Old doc should have had a funeral
fine enough for a king
itand's a ghastly joke that our town was broke
and no one could give a thing
and'cept jones, the undertaker
he did mighty well
donatinand' an old iron casket
that heand'd never been able to sell
And the funeral procession, it wasnand't much
for grace and pomp and style
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
this man whoand'd earned the right
to be on speaking terms with god
His grave was covered with flowers
but not from the floral shops
just roses and things from folksand' garden
and one or two dandelion pots
for the depression had hit our little town hard
and each man carried a load
so some just picked the wildflowers
as they passed along the road
We wanted to give him a monument
kinda figured we owed him one
and'cause heand'd made our town a better place
for all the good heand'd done
but monuments cost money
so, we did the best we could
and on his grave we gently placed
a monument - of wood
We pulled up that old hitchinand' post
where doc had nailed his sign
and we painted it white and to all of us
it certainly did look fine
now the rains and snow has washed away
our white trimmings of paint
and there ainand't nothinand' left but docand's own sign
and that is gettinand' faint
Still, when southern breezes and flickering stars
caress our sleeping town
and the pale moon shines through kentucky pines
on the grave of old doc brown
you can still see that old hitchinand' post
as if an answer to our prayers
mutely telling the whole wide world
and'doc brown has moved up stairsand'.andquot;
