Tác giả : Roger Miller
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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