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Brother, Brother, Brother (The Isley Brothers) · Givin' It Back/Brother, Brother, Brother (The Isley Brothers) · Brother to Brother (Van Zant) · Brother to Brother (Van Zant) · Brother Against Brother (Ryker's) · Brother to Brother (Gino Vannelli) · Brother to Brother (Van Zant) · Brother to Brother (Van Zant) · Brother to Brother (Gino Vannelli) · Acid Jazz's Lost Brother: Long Lost Brother Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


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
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 Square
And I'm like yea, yea
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
'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
'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
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
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
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 packed the crowd

Big brother got
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
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
Souls, don't you know we got the rhythm
Hit it brother
Souls Almighty 
O' baby, when you're not with him
Funky, Funky Chicken
And the Mashed Potato
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'
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
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
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