Every town has its town bum I guess ours had one Here's a song about him, I remember him fondly Well his name was Abner Brown E I knew an old drunk named Abner Brown A E Nobody knew when he came to town A E But he spread good will to his fellow men B7 E And they let him sleep in the cotton gin E He could drink more brew than an army could A E But he had more friends and he did more good A E Than a lot of fine fancy people in our town B7 E So they tolerated Abner Brown E And all us kids were on his side A E 'Cause he told us tales till our eyes grew wide A E And he made us feel bout ten feet tall B7 E 'Cause he had no kids but he claimed us all E And after school and on weekends A E You could find me down at the cotton gin A E Truest friend that I ever found B7 E Was A good old drunk named Abner Brown Chorus: E Abner Brown, I wish that I could see you once again A E I believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty men A E I've met and known in all the low And higher places that I've been A Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown E A E Lord take me back to the cotton land To Arkansas take me home again A E Let me be the boy that I once have been B7 E Let me walk that road to the cotton gin E A E He's probably dead many years ago And gone the way that old drunks go A E B7 E But I'd still like to sit me down Talk to my old friend, Abner Brown Chorus: Chorus: E Abner Brown, I wish that I could see you once again A E I believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty men A E I've met and known in all the low And higher places that I've been A Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown