He was just an old country doctor
in a little Kentucky town,
And 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,
many a patient forgot to pay,
although Doc's fees were small.
and yet every time he received a fee,
well he'd pass it on to some poor soul
that needed it more than he.
He had to sell his furniture,
because he couldn't pay his office rent.
So to a dusty room over the livery stable
He and his old satchel went
And on the hitching post on the curb
Then one day he didn't answer
When they knocked upon his door
but his soul was no more.
and on his face was a smile of content.
But all the money they could find on him
was just a quarter and a copper cent.
So they opened up his ledger,
and what they saw gave their hearts a pull.
For beside each dater's name,
Old Doc had written these words.
Old Doc should have had a funeral
But it was a ghastly joke
And nobody could give a thing
Except old Caleb Jones, the undertaker
He donated an old iron casket
He'd never been able to sell
And that funeral procession
Well, it wasn't much for grace,
stretched out for more than a mile
We wanted to give old Doc a monument
Kind of figured we owed him one
a better place to live for all
So we pulled up that old hitching post
where Doc had nailed his sign
and to all of us it certainly did look fine
And now the rains and snows
And that's gettin' kinda faint
But you can still see that old hitchin' post
As if an answer to our prayers
Mutely tellin' the whole wide world
Old Doc Brown has moved upstairs.
