Abner Brown

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[Intro]
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[Intro Verse]
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Every town has its town bum, I guess
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   Ours had one
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Here's a song about him; I remember him fondly well
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   His name was Abner Brown
 
 
[Verse 1]
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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 goodwill 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 'til our eyes grew wide
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And he made us feel about 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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The truest friend that I ever found
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Was a good old drunk named 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
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And higher places that I've been
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Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down (down low)
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I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown
 
 
[Verse 2]
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Lord, take me back to the cotton land
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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
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And gone the way that old drunks go
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But I'd still like to sit me down
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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
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And higher places that I've been
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Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down (down low)
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I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown
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I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown