Brothers (Single Version)

Dean Brody Brothers

Canadian Country Artist Dean Brody

The house was like a tomb

I was hiding in my room

As my brother made his way on down the hall

I didn't want to say goodbye

And I was trying to deny there was a war

And that he got the call

I watched him from my window

Walking down the drive

Then I ran down the stairway

Through the front door and I cried

You come back you hear

And I let him see my tears

I said I'll give you my rookie of DiMaggio

I'll do anything you want

Clean your room or wash your car

I'll do anything so long as you don't go

But he said this is what brothers are for

Well I have my heroes

But the one I love the most

Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat

And I wrote him every night

I said I miss our pillow fights

But lately I just wonder where you're at

Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live

When it takes things from you

That you don't want to give

I said you come back you hear

I miss you being near

Laugh and fish down in the maple grove

I'll do anything you want

There must be someone I can call

And just maybe they would let you come back home

But he wrote this is what brothers are for

I may never have to face the anger of those guns

Or lie cold and wounded in my blood

Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost

For him to love me that much

Well it had been two years

And I held back my tears

When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore

And as I ran and held him tight

That's when he looked me in the eye

And said I'm sorry that you have to push me home

And I said hey this is what brothers are for

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