Johnny Cash – Abner Brown (Guitar)

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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

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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

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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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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

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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