Roger Miller - T. J's Last Ride Lyrics
Saturday in the town, as we buried t.j brownGood man, spent his life on the k roll ferry lineHe was just a man, nothing grand, just a manBut I never heard him treat no-one unkindLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, while I dry my eyesLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, its old t.js last rideHe feried model as to the cape cherado shoreWay before my poppa ever had a sonWhen I was eight or nine I would sit by his back porchAnd he would tell me stories from back in world war oneLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, while I dry my eyesLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, its old t.js last rideT,js wife passed on, it was back in 61Seems like yesterday, my my how time does flyStill I would drop by and wed sit and reminisceAnd Id stare across the river so as not to wath him cryLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, while I dry my eyesLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, its old t.js last rideWell now here we standwith our memories and prayersMourning and crying down to the youngest childAnd all thats gathered here will remember t.j brownHe will miss his river and well miss his old smileLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, while I dry my eyesLet him down slow, in the ground slowLet him down slow, its old t.js last rideSo let him down slow
