THE DEATH OF BIRCHIE POTTER



In the state of North Carolina

In a place called Pottertown,

Two cousins took to drinking,

One shot another down.



Birchie Potter was the victim

He was tall and brave

But Glen Brown with his Derringer

Sent Birchie to his grave



Glenn, his age was twenty

And Birchie’s twenty-one

Two freer hearted boys

Don’t walk beneath the sun



Birchie is in the grave yard

No more we will see his smile

While Glen is in the jailhouse

Waiting for his trial



We hope Glen will get justice

Right from the makers hand,

And repent and be converted

And bea better man.



We ask the prayers for Berchie

That his soul might be saved

When on that Judgement morning

He raises from the grave



So young men please take warning

And shun this offull sin

If you will just all stop your drinking 

You’ll all be better men

--Jim Brown

Adams, N.C.