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Brother
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

Brother, I’m comin’ home tomorrow
With a pine box for my bed
No more to beg or steal or borrow
I have paid my debts with my head

Tell dear old mother when you see her
Virginia was the death of me
Ten thousand rebels could not free her
Laid their lives for her liberty

Have you heard the forest falling
Taking a tree for every man?
Have you heard the drummers calling
That the South will rise again?

Brother, you walk the straight and narrow
Ever the moral-minded son
But I was straighter with the barrel
I left home with a grudge and a gun

Have you heard the forest falling
Taking a tree for every man?
Have you heard the drummers calling
That the South will rise again?

Maybe we fought when we were younger
We never did see eye to eye
But ask me now to kill my brother
Lay me down here and leave me to die

Have you heard the forest falling
Taking a tree for every man?
Have you heard the drummers calling
That the South will rise again?

Brother, I’m comin’ home tomorrow
Brother, I’m comin’ home tomorrow
Brother, I’m comin’ home tomorrow

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