Beside each debtor's name old Doc
Was a quarter and a copper cent
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Many a patient forgot to pay
Now the rains and the snows
Doc Brown and his satchel went
Where Doc had nailed a sign
That needed it worse than he
We pulled up that old hitchin' post
Although Doc's fees were small
He had never been able to sell
It certainly did look fine
And the funeral procession
Old Doc Brown was layin' down
'Cause he made our town a better place
Have washed away our white trimmin's of paint
So they opened up his ledger
And on the hitchin' post at the kerb below
He'd pass it onto some poor soul
As if in answer to our prayers
And that's gettin' pretty faint
Mutually tellin' the whole wide world
But all the money they could find on him
They stretched out for more than a mile
Though we never saw him frown
'Cept Jones an undertaker
He nailed a little sign that read
And no one could give a thing
He had to sell his furniture
There ain't nothin' left but Doc's own sign
Couldn't pay his office rent
But you can still see that old hitchin' post
We wanted to give him a monument
Had write these words, "Paid in full"
When they knocked upon his door
So to a dusty room over a livery stable
Though he needed his dimes and there were
They found him there in that old black suit
Donated an old iron casket
It wasn't much for grace and pomp and the style
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And what they saw gave their hearts a pull
As day by day in his kindly way
He'd serve us one and all
We'd painted it white and to all of us
We kinda figured we owed him one
"Doc Brown has moved upstairs"
A funeral fine enough for a king
And one day he didn't answer
On his face was a smile of content
But his soul was no more
But those wagon loads of mourners
Times that he'd receive a fee
Old Doc should had
For all the good he'd done
He did mighty well
To advertise his wares
