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