| Mamma was the drummer in the band
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| But those sticks would turn to switches if you made her mad
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| Daddy’s amplifier doubled as his chair
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| They handed down the genes we were born to wear
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| That’s how me and brother Edrow learned to sing
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| We caught that fever to go off and chase that dream
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| Barely old enough to sneak into the bars
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| We were the local weekend country music stars
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| We were rocked in the same old rocker
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| Fought over nothin' but it was somethin' back then
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| Don’t always see eye to eye
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| But let’s face it we’ll take it for each other on the chin
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| We were brothers when we started
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| We’ll brothers 'till the end
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| When we hit the road we went our separate ways
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| Singin' songs about the way that we were raised
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| Chasin' each other up and down those charts
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| We’re still local weekend country music stars
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| We were rocked in the same old rocker
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| Fought over nothin' but it was somethin' back then
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| Don’t always see eye to eye
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| But let’s face it we’ll take it for each other on the chin
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| We were brothers when we started
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| We’ll brothers 'till the end
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| We were rocked in the same old rocker
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| Fought over nothin' but it was somethin' back then
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| Don’t always see eye to eye
|
| But let’s face it we’ll take it for each other on the chin
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| We were brothers when we started
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| We’ll brothers 'till the end
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| Yeah, we were brothers when we started
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| We’ll brothers 'till the end |