The Three Fine Daughters Of Farmer Brown – Eddie From Ohio – letras

(chorus)breaking hearts in halifax countythe three fine daughters of farmer brownturning heads of the boys in the schoolyardcatching whistles from the men downtownno one knows why they went rowin’the three fine daughters of farmer brownthey didn’t know that the rocks on the riverbe the three sisters island where they’d all drownwidower brown had a girl named nellieshe was the oldest and toughest of threeshe would take her daddy’s well-sharpened sickleand carve « kill men » in the sycamore treethe men came a courtin’ but she’d keep her distancenever cracked a smile just played it coysome say she’s as tender as a petalshe’d act tough cuz her daddy wanted a boyold man brown had a girl named dottiethe middle button and the most vane of the threeshe’d take her daddy’s fat leather boot strapand whip anyone who’d call her dorothythe men would fawn her and she would repay ’emand peck ’em where they’d find it safe to kisslike the barn or the porch or the upstairs parloranywhere that’d keep ’em from her father’s fist(chorus)farmer brown had a girl named beccashe was the youngest and most reverent of allshe would take her daddy’s king james bibleand go study scripture at the brethren hallthe men would avoid her ‘cuz she would condemn themfor cussing and drinking and chasing the brown’sshe’d say « repent and join god foreverthe pleasure of sin’s not as good as it sounds »one day the three with nothing in commonspied upon and abandoned row boatmaybe their sense of adventure had pushedthe three young girls to set the ship afloatthey didn’t know the strength of the riverthe merciless current that pulled them downmaybe it was due to the weight of their denimbut the three girls’ bodies were never foundsome may recall the singing of the sirenslured in the sailors who’d wreck and drownsome say they still hear the fightin’ and the flirtin’ and the preachin’of the daughters of farmer brown(chorus)