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Three Fine Daughters Of Farmer Brown (Capo 2 fret)
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Breaking hearts in Halifax county
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The three fine daughters of Farmer Brown
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Turning heads of the boys in the schoolyard
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Catching whistles from the men downtown
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No one knows where they went a-rowin'
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The three fine daughters of Farmer Brown
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They didn't know that the rocks on the river be the
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Three sisters island where they all drowned

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Widower Brown had a girl named Nellie
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She was the oldest and toughest of three
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She would take her daddy's well sharpened sickle
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And carve "Kill Men" in a sycamore tree
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The men came a-courtin' but she'd keep her distance
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Never cracked a smile just played it coy
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Some say she's as tender as a petal
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She'd act tough 'cuz her daddy wanted a boy

Old man Brown had a girl named Dottie
The middle button and the most vain 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 'cuz she would condemn them
For cussing' and drinkin' and chasing the Browns
She'd say "repent and join God forever
The pleasure of sin's not as good as it sounds"

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One day the three with nothing in common Spied upon an abandoned rowboat
Maybe their sense of adventure had pushed The three young girls to set their ship afloat
They didn't known the strength of the river The Merciless current that pulled them down
Maybe it was due to the weight of their denim But the three girls bodies were never found

Some may recall the sining 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