T. j. 's last ride

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 feried model A's to the Cape Cherado shore
Way before my popa 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 it's old TJ's last ride

TJ's wife passed on it was back in '61
Seems like yesterday my my how time does fly
Still I would drop by and we'd sit and reminisce
And I'd stare across the river so as not to wath 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 that's gathered here will remember TJ Brown
He will miss his river and we'll miss his old smile

Let him down slow in the ground slow...
Let him down slow in the ground slow...