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music and lyrics by Corb Lund


I have sinned so gravely Brother Brigham, Brother Young

I have sinned so gravely Brother Young

That only you can
damn, oh, that's you
But by The Black Album I was blacking out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd
Big brother got his show up in Madison
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot 
And wait in the parkin'
Nobodaddy, that's my name
And it's all my game
Everything you see
Know it's been set up by me

Got the fury and the flame
And the box in which
Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He's a hell-a-swell fellow
Well
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and smokes pot
But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot

And wait in the parkin' lot
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown 
We were so
it by now of course
Who wears the britches is the boss
That's a gal, that's a gal in britches

Don't mess with a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
No
in that old back room
He'd bop his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by the 'Black Album', I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B's and we had
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown 

We were so
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head	

Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
a
Brother who could hover Mista, Mista, Mista Dobalina

Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina

Gloryhallastoopid, Mista Bob Dobalina

Ooh, ooh, Mista
o' boy
You bring tears to my eyes"

Bob Marley said
"How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look"

But little did he know that
headphones on
She hears the music blasting
She sees here brother marchin' by
Their bond is everlasting
Listening to Bob Dylan singin'
In 1963
Watchin'
O brother, Wisdom is pouring into you
From the beloved saint of God.
You've only borrowed it. 
Although the house of your heart
Is lit from
By Bob Farrell & Eddie DeGarmo

Side by side by side by side
Walking together is the way it should be
Side by side by side by side
When you're
I wanna feel free with activity.

Above my bed bob face us all
Looking at me so passionately
Well in his eyes I saw the truth
The truth
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells

Well enough
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
named Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you
'Bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He's a hell-a-swell fellow
And one fine Sunday, as they were grilling teriyaki it started raining
-And Rachel Evans looked at her husband and her brother and started
Laughing
Cause