The Three Fine Daughters Of Farmer Brown Lyrics - Singles - Eddie From Ohio

(Clem.) 

breaking hearts in halifax county 

the three fine daughters 

of Farmer Brown 

turning heads of the boys 

in the schoolyard 

catching whistles from 

the men downtown 

no one knows why they went rowin' 

the three fine daughters 

of Farmer Brown 

they didn't know that 

the rocks on the river 

be the three sisters island 

where they'd all drown 

widower Brown had a girl named nellie 

she was the oldest 

the toughest of three 

she would her daddy's well 

sharpened sickle and carve "kill men" 

in the sycamore tree 

the men come-a-clurtin' 

but she'd keep her distance 

never cracked a smile just played it coy 

some say she's as tender as a petal 

she'd act tough 

''cause her daddy wanted a boy 

old man brown had a girl named Dottie 

the middle button 

and the most vane of the three 

she'd take her daddy's 

fat leather boot strap 

and whip anyone 

who'd call her Dorothy 

the men would fawn her 

and she would repay them 

and peck 'em where they'd 

find it safe to kiss 

like the barn or the porch 

or the upstairs parlor 

anywhere that'd keep 'em 

from her father's fist 

CHORUS 

Farmer Brown had a girl named becca 

she was the youngest 

and most reverent of all 

she would take her daddy's 

king james bible 

and go study scripture 

at the brethren hall 

the men would avoid her 

''cause she would condemn them 

for cussin' and drinkin' 

and chasin' the browns 

she'd say "repent and join god forever 

the pleasure of sin's 

not as good as it sounds." 

one day the three 

with nothing in common 

spied upon an abandoned row boat 

maybe their sense of adventure had 

pushed the three young girls 

to set the ship afloat 

they didn't know 

the strength of the river 

the merciless current 

that pulled them down 

maybe it was the due to the 

weight of their denim 

but the three girls bodies 

were never found 

some may recall 

the singing of the sirens 

lured in the sailors 

who'd wreck and drown 

some say they still hear the fightin' and 

the flirtin' and the preachin' 

of the daughters of Farmer Brown 

CHORUS