What's Up With Your Brother? - Dave Alvin

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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