Mrs. Brown
Take that horse pill and shoot it right down Get so high you might lift off the ground But don’t you come calling when you need to come down No I can’t take old Mrs. Brown
Go out walkin’ alone by yourself I know you’ll find someone who thinks they can help But they will just bag you and put you on a shelf No you can’t trust that old Mrs. Brown
Hey I don’t mean to pry But it looks like you’re slipping back now And I won’t hide if you decide But I won’t let you pull me back now
Fire started late Saturday night You didn’t remember that whiskey would light Oh but as you went down you would laugh with delight That you can’t trust that old Mrs. Brown