Tom: A 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 A I knew an old drunk named Abner Brown A9 E Nobody knew when he came to town D A But he spread good will to his fellow men E A And they let him sleep in the cotton gin A He could drink more brew than an army could A9 E But he had more friends and he did more good D A Than a lot of fine fancy people in our town E A So they tolerated Abner Brown A And all us kids were on his side A9 E 'Cause he told us tales till our eyes grew wide D A And he made us feel bout ten feet tall E A 'Cause he had no kids but he claimed us all A And after school and on weekends A9 E You could find me down at the cotton gin D A Truest friend that I ever found E A Was A good old drunk named Abner Brown D A Abner Brown, I wish that I could see you once again D A E I believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty men A D I've met and known in all the low And higher places that I've been A F#m D E A Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown A A9 E Lord take me back to the cotton land To Arkansas take me home again D A Let me be the boy that I once have been E A Let me walk that road to the cotton gin A A9 E He's probably dead many years ago And gone the way that old drunks go D A E A But I'd still like to sit me down Talk to my old friend, Abner Brown D A Abner Brown, I wish that I could see you once again D A E I believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty men A D I've met and known in all the low And higher places that I've been A F#m D E A Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown D E A I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown