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