Saturday in the town as we buried TJ Brown Good man spent his life on the K Roll ferry line He was just a man nothing grand just a man But I never heard him treat no one unkind He ferried model As to the Cape Cherado shore Way before my poppa ever had a son When I was eight or nine I would sit by his back porch He would tell me stories from back in World War one Let him down slow in the ground slow Let him down slow while I dry my eyes Let him down slow in the ground slow Let him down slow its old TJs last ride TJs wife passed on it was back in 61 Seems like yesterday my my how time does fly Still I would drop by and wed sit and reminisce And Id stare across the river so as not to watch him cry Let him down slow in the ground slow... Well now here we stand with our memories and prayers Mourning and crying down to the youngest child And all thats gathered here will remember TJ Brown He will miss his river and well miss his old smile Let him down slow in the ground slow Let him down slow while I dry my eyes Let him down slow in the ground slow Let him down slow its old TJs last ride Let him down slow in the ground slow Let him down slow while I dry my eyes Let him down slow in the ground slow Let him down slow its old TJs last ride
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