Abner Brown

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 
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fellow men
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And they let him sleep in the 
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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 
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more good
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Than a lot of fine fancy people in 
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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 
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eyes grew wide
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And he made us feel bout ten feet 
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tall
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'Cause he had no kids but he 
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claimed us all

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And after school and on weekends
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You could find me down at the 
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cotton gin
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Truest friend that I ever found
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Was A good old drunk named Abner 
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Brown

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Abner Brown, I wish that I could see
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 you once again
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I believe that you'd stack up with 
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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 
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I'm feeling down I thank the Lord 
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for making Abner Brown

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Lord take me back to the cotton 
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land To Arkansas take me home again
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Let me be the boy that I once have 
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been
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Let me walk that road to the cotton
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 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

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Abner Brown, I wish that I could see
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 you once again
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I believe that you'd stack up with 
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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 
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I'm feeling down I thank the Lord 
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for making Abner Brown
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I thank the Lord for making Abner 
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Brown