Testo di What's Up With Your Brother

I've been fighting this guitar over 30 long years Until there's blood on my hands and ringing in my ears Sing my songs round the world, one end to the other But all anyone ask is What's up with your brother? I catch rattlesnakes with my bare hands Sang jazz with sun ra, played in t-bone walker's band I'll debate time and space and the theory of numbers But all anyone asks is What's up with your brother? You can run, you can hide But you'll soon discover No matter where you run Blood is thicker than water No one asks about our father, sister or mother All they ever ask is what's up with your brother? I could have money in my pockets or not a dime to my name Whether I'm drunk or sober, you know, it's always the same Could be the cop on the beat, it might be some little lover All they ever ask is What's up with your brother? Now when the time comes to meet out final fate Could be in the fires of hell, could be at the pearly gates But I don't give a damn one way or another 'Cause all they're gonna ask is What's up with your brother?