Paroles T. j's last ride Roger Miller

T. j's last ride

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, its old t.js last ride

He feried 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
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, its old t.js last ride

T,js 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 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, its old t.js last ride

Well now here we standwith our memories and prayers
Mourning and crying down to the youngest child
And all thats gathered here will remember t.j 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 t.js last ride

So let him down slow