He was just an old country doctor in a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way he´d serve us one and all

Many a patient forgot to pay although Doc´s fees were small
Though he needed his dimes and there were times that he´d receive a fee
He´d pass it onto some poor soul that needed it worse than he
He had to sell his furniture couldn´t pay his office rent
So to a dusty room over a livery stable Doc Brown and his satchel went
And on the hitchin´ post at the kerb below to advertise his wares
He nailed a little sign that read Doc Brown has moved upstairs
And one day he didn´t answer when they knocked upon his door
Old Doc Brown was layin´ down but his soul was no more

They found him there in that old black suit on his face was a smile of content
But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and a copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
Beside each debtor´s name old Doc had write these words Paid In Full
Old Doc should had a funeral fine enough for a king
It´s a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Cept Jones an undertaker he did mighty well
Donated an old iron casket he had never been able to sell
And the funeral procession it wasn´t much for grace and pomp and the style
But those wagon loads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile

We wanted to give him a monument we kinda figured we owed him one
Cause he made our town a better place for all the good he´d done
We pulled up that old hitchin´ post where Doc had nailed a sign
We´d painted it white and to all of us it certainly did look fine
Now the rains and the snows have washed away our white trimmin´s of paint
There ain´t nothin´ left but Doc´s own sign and that´s gettin´ pretty faint
But you can still see that old hitchin´ post as if in answer to our prayers
Mutually tellin´ the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved upstairs