Sad day in
this town as we buried
T .J.
Brown
Good man spent his life on the
Cairo ferry line
He was just a man,
nothing grand, just a man
But I never heard him treat no one unkind
He ferried
Model
A's to the
Cape
Girardeau shore
Way before my papa 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 I
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
T .J.'s last ride
E .J.'s wife passed on,
it was back in 61
Seems like yesterday, my my,
how the 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 watch him cry
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
T .J.'s last ride
Well, now, here we stand with our
memories impressed
Mourning and crying down
to the youngest child
Lord, all that's gathered
here will remember
T .J.
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, while I grind my eyes
Let him down slow, in the ground slow
Let him down slow, told
TJ's last rhyme
Let him down slow, in the ground slow
Let him down slow, how I drive my eyes
Let him down slow, in the ground slow
Let him down slow, it's old
DJ's last ride
Let him down slow, in the ground