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