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, 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 '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



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 standwith 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