Saturday in the town
As we buried T.J. 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
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
He feried model A's
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
And 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 T.J's last ride
T,J's wife passed on
It was back in sixty-one
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
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
Wth our memories and prayers
Mourning and crying
Down to the youngest child
And 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 dry my eyes
Let him down slow
In the ground slow
Let him down slow
It's old T.J's last ride
So 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