He left home, — too damn young.
Told my dad, I’m tired of this place
I gotta find my way.
With his 4x4, — and a gun in the rack.
Didn’t have a care in the world,
He didn’t take any flack. (That brother of mine)
He’d crank old Hank, — Junior this time.
Or the CDB, either one was fine.
Cruise the Sonic on a Friday night,
Just after the game.
Lookin’ for a girl or a fight,
You know it’s all the same.
That brother of mine (that brother of mine)
That brother of mine (that brother of mine)
He liked to ride in the mud and the pines,
Head on down to the creek.
Grab a beer and an old inner tube,
A redneck pure breed.
Took the cops on a wild goose chase,
Where the backroads wind.
Only needed 1 more mile,
To cross the county line.
That brother of mine (that brother of mine)
That brother of mine (that brother of mine)
That brother of mine (that brother of mine)
That brother of mine (that brother of mine)

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