Abner Brown

Capo: 1st fret Intro A [Intro Verse] A Every town has its town bum, I guess A Ours had one A Here's a song about him; I remember him fondly well A His name was Abner Brown [Verse 1] A E7 A I knew an old drunk named Abner Brown E7 Nobody knew when he came to town D A But he spread goodwill to his fellow men E7 A And they let him sleep in the cotton gin D A He could drink more brew than an army could E7 But he had more friends and he did more good D A Than a lot of fine, fancy people in our town E7 A So they tolerated Abner Brown E7 A And all us kids were on his side E7 'cause he told us tales 'til our eyes grew wide D A And he made us feel about ten feet tall E7 A 'cause he had no kids but he claimed us all E7 A And after school and on weekends E7 You could find me down at the cotton gin D A The truest friend that I ever found E7 A Was a good old drunk named Abner Brown Chorus F#m D A Abner Brown, I wish that I could see you once again F#m D A E7 I believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty men A I've met and known in all the low D And higher places that I've been A F#m Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down (down low) D E7 A I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown [Verse 2] A E7 A Lord, take me back to the cotton land E7 To Arkansas, take me home again D A Let me be the boy that I once have been E7 A Let me walk that road to the cotton gin E7 A He's probably dead many years ago E7 And gone the way that old drunks go D A But I'd still like to sit me down E7 A Talk to my old friend Abner Brown Chorus F#m D A Abner Brown, I wish that I could see you once again F#m D A E7 I believe that you'd stack up with all the mighty men A I've met and known in all the low D And higher places that I've been A F#m Thinking of you picks me up when I'm feeling down (down low) D E7 A I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown D E7 A I thank the Lord for making Abner Brown