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Brothers

In the style of

Dean Brody

Lyrics

the house was like a tomb
i was hidin' in my room

as my brother made
his way on down the hall

i didn't want to say goodbye
and i was tryin' to deny

there was a war
and that he got the call

i watched him
from my window

walkin' down the drive

then i ran down the stairway
through the front door

and i cried

you come back you hear
and i let him see my tears

i said i'll give you
my rookie of dimaggio

i'll do anything you want
clean your room

or wash your car

i'll do anything so long
as you don't go

he said this is
what brothers are for

well i have my heroes
but the one i love the most

taught me how to hunt
and swing a bat

and i wrote him every night
i said i miss our pillow fights

but lately i just wonder
where you're at

sometimes freedom
makes it hard to live

when it takes things from you
that you don't want to give

i said you come back you hear
i miss you being near

to laugh and fish down
in the maple grove

i'll do anything you want
there must be someone

i can call

and just maybe they would
let you come back home

but he wrote
this is what brothers are for

i may never have to face
the anger of those guns

or lie cold
and wounded in my blood

or know the sacrifice
and what it must have cost

for him to love me that much

well it had been two years
and i held back my tears

when i saw him in
that wheel chair on the shore

and as i ran
and held him tight

that's when he looked me
in the eye

and said i'm sorry
that you have

to push me home

and i said hey

this is what brothers are for

Details

• Duration : 4:13
• Key : Eb
• Genre : Country
• Year released : 2008
• Language : English

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