Tom Brown Love To Sing

Love To Play His Dobro

Play All Day

He Ride The Trains

Tom Brown Was A Hobo



Rode Dem Boxcars Town To Town

Drinkin' Cheap Red Wine

Played Dem Blues Like Noone Else

Just Throw Old Tom A Dime



Tom Brown Love To Sing

Love To Play His Dobro

Play All Day

He Ride The Trains

Tom Brown Was A Hobo



Sometimes I Get To Thinkin' 'bout

Old Mr. Thomas Brown

Most Folk Did Not Like His Kind

But They Lay Their Money Down



Layin' The Money Down



Layin' The Money Down



Now I Ride From Town To Town

Upon A Silver Train

I Drink Red Wine But It Ain't Cheap

I Drink To Dull The Pain



Sometimes It Helps

Sometimes It Don't

But You Know I Have Found

The Only Time I'm Satisfied

Is When They Lay That Money Down



Lay Your Money Down, Down, Down



Well I Don't Wear A Mask Or Carry No Gun

But I'll Take That Money And Away I'll Run



Lay Your Money Down, Down, Down



They Say That Money Is Evil Well If That's True

I'll Be A Bad, Bad Boy Better Me Than You



Lay Your Money Down, Down, Down



Just Lay That Money Down



Play For Pay I'm Here To Say

It's So Sad But It's True

It's A Mean Old World

And Noone Else Is Lookin' Out For You



I Like To Hear You Sing My Songs

But There's No Sweeter Sound

As The Sound Of The Silver

And The Sound Of The Gold



As They Lay Their Money Down



Lay Your Money Down, Down, Down



Well I Don't Wear A Mask Or Carry No Gun

But I'll Take That Money And Away I'll Run



Lay Your Money Down, Down, Down



They Say That Money Is Evil Well If That's True

I'll Be A Bad, Bad Boy Better Me Than You



Lay Your Money Down, Down, Down



Just Lay That Moeny Down



I Remember Sittin' On My Granddaddy's Knee

Down By