What's Up With Your Brother?

I've been fighting this guitar over 30 long years
 Until there's blood on my hands and ringing in my ears
 Sing my songs round the world, one end to the other
 But all anyone ask is
 What's Up With Your Brother?
 I catch rattlesnakes with my bare hands
 Sang jazz with Sun Ra, played in T-Bone Walker's band
 I'll debate time and space and the theory of numbers
 But all anyone asks is
 What's Up With Your Brother?
 You can run, you can hide
 but you'll soon discover
 no matter where you run
 blood is thicker than water
 no one asks about our father, sister or mother
 all they ever ask is What's Up With Your Brother?
 I could have money in my pockets or not a dime to my name
 Whether I'm drunk or sober, you know, it's always the same
 Could be the cop on the beat, it might be some little lover
 All they ever ask is
 What's Up With Your Brother?
 Now when the time comes to meet out final fate
 Could be in the fires of Hell, could be at the Pearly Gates
 But I don't give a damn one way or another
 Cause all they're gonna ask is
 What's Up With Your Brother?
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