Abner Brown Acordes

	  
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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   

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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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I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown