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