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