Текст песни Roger Miller - T.J`s LAST RIDE
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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, it`s old T.J`s last rideHe feried model A`s 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, it`s old T.J`s last rideT,J`s wife passed on, it was back in `61Seems like yesterday, my my how time does flyStill I would drop by and we`d sit and reminisceAnd I`d 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, it`s old T.J`s last rideWell now here we standwith our memories and prayersMourning and crying down to the youngest childAnd all that`s gathered here will remember T.J BrownHe will miss his river and we`ll 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, it`s old T.J`s last rideSo let him down slow