He was just an old country doctor
in a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way
he'd serve us one and all
Many a patient forgot to pay although
Doc's fees were small
Though he needed his dimes and there were
times that he'd receive a fee
He'd pass it onto some poor soul
that needed it more than he
He had to sell his furniture cause he
couldn't pay his office rent
So to a dusty room over a livery stable Doc
Brown and his satchel went
And on the hitchin' post at the
kerb below to advertise his wares
He nailed a little sign that read
Doc Brown has moved upstairs
Then one day he didn't answer when
they knocked upon his door
Old Doc Brown was layin' down but
his soul was no more
They found him there in that old black suit
on his face was a smile of content
But all the money they could find on him was
just a quarter and a copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and what they
saw gave their hearts a pull
For beside each debtor's name old Doc
had write these words Paid In Full
Old Doc should had a funeral
fine enough for king
It was a ghastly joke our town was broke
and no one could give a thing
Ah cept to ole Curly Jones an
undertaker he did mighty well
Donated an old iron casket he had never
been able to sell
And that funeral procession well it wadn't much
for grace and pomp and the style
But those wagon loads of mourners
they stretched out for more than a mile
We wanted to give him a monument
we kinda figured we owed him one
Cause he made our town a better
place for all the good he'd done
So we pulled up that old hitchin' post
where Doc had nailed a sign
We painted it white and to all of us
it certainly did look fine
Now the rains and the snows have washed
away our white trimmin's of paint
There ain't nothin' left but Doc's own
sign and that's gettin' kinda faint
But you can still see that old hitchin' post
as if in answer to our prayers
Mutually tellin' the whole wide world
Doc Brown has moved upstairs