He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town;
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way
He served us one and all,
And, many a patient forgot to pay
Although, Doc's fees were small.

So, when the depression hit our town
And drained each meager purse
The scanty income of old Doc Brown
Just went from bad to worse.
He had to sell his office furniture,
He couldn't pay his rent,
So, to a dusty room over a livery stable
Doc Brown and his satchel went.
There he kept on helpng folks get well
And his heart was just pure gold;
But, anyone with eyes could see
That Doc was getting old.
Then one day he didn't answer
When they knocked upon his door
And old Doc Brown was lying down
But his sould was no more
They found him there in that old black suit
On his face a smile of content
But all the money they found on him
Was a quarter and copper cent.
Then they opened up his ledger
And what they saw gave their hearts a pull,
Beside each debtors name, old Doc had writ these words,
"Paid in full."
The funeral procession, it wasn't much
For grace and pomp and style
But those wagon loads of mourners
They stretched out for more than a mile.
For the depression had hit our little town hard,
Each man carried a load,
So some just picked the wild flowers
As they passed along the road.
We wanted to give him a monument,
Kinda figured we owed him one,
For he's made our town a better place for all the good he's done
But monuments cost money, so, we did the best we could
And on his grave we gently placed
A monument of wood.
We pulled up that old hitching post
Where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white, and to all of us it certainly did look fine.
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Except Jones the undertaker, he did mighty well,
Donating an old iron casket that he'd never been able to sell.
Now, the rains and snows have washed away
Our white trimmins of paint,
And there aint nothing left but Doc's old sign
And that is getting faint,
Still, when summer breezes and twinkling stars
Caress our sleeping town
And the pale moon shines through Kentucky pines
On the grave of old Doc Brown
We can still see that old hitching post
As if in answer to our prayers
Mutely telling the whole wide world,
DOC BROWN HAS MOVED UPSTAIRS