Bruce Robison: My brother and me

Grandpa Charlie smoked and drank whiskey But he died in '43 Nobody like him in all my kin Untill my brother and me He died in a small town so far back They didn't know what hit him maybe a heart attack That was a drag on my Grandma you know She never really forgave him for that Most every year on Christmas Day My dad and me go down where he lay I don't know what kind of man he'd be But he'd like my brother and me Grandmama married a man she found Even 'fore Grandaddy hit the ground Took forty-five years but what do you know He turned that right around Grandma would tell about the family How they come on over from Germany Oma and Opa was hard folks though You know how them Germans can be When she died we cried and sang that day With the guitars tuned to the doghouse bass Nobody sings down low and sweet Not like my brother and me My Great Grandpappy on my mother's side Made a whole lot of money before he died He was a wildcatter and in the Klan besides And that was a matter of pride Never wondered where Great Grandpappy went He lit a cigar 'neath a oxygen tent A man of secrets I'll never know Like a letter never sent They're all livin' like they should But all the money in the world didn't do 'em no good Their daughter went and married an old hayseed And they had my brother and me What do they say about the small town You can take the boy out of Bandera Not the other way around I don't know but man it's true Those bright lights will get you down I'm gonna stay on the old concrete 'Cause them city girls they smell so sweet I don't know what the hell they see But they like my brother and me They like my brother and me Like my brother a little more than they do me But they like my brother and me We go down to the Spur some night And listen to the river 'neath the pale moon light And tell our buddies what's it's like to be Just like my brother and me Just like my brother and me Don't mess with my brother and me Just like my brother and me