Every town has its town bum I guess ours had one here's a song about himI remember him fondly well his name was Abner BrownI knew an old drunk named Abner Brown and nobody knew when he came to townBut he spread good will to his fellow men and they let him sleep in the cotton ginHe could drink more brew than an army couldBut he had more friends and he did more goodThan a lot of fine fancy people in our town so they tolerated Abner BrownAnd all us kids were on his side cause he told us tales till our eyes grew wideAnd he made us feel bout ten feet tall cause he had no kids but he claimed us allAnd after school and on weekends you could find me down at the cotton ginThe truest friend that I ever found was a good old drunk named Abner BrownAbner Brown I wish that I could see you once againI believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty menI've met and known in all the low and higher places that I've beenThinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling downI thank the Lord for making Abner Brown
Lord take me back to the cotton land to Arkansas take me home againLet me be the boy that I once have been let me walk that road to the cotton ginHe's probably dead many years ago and gone the way that old drunks goBut I'd still like to sit me down talk to my old friend Abner BrownAbner Brown I wish...I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown