Thank God I Have a Brother
Thank God I have a Brother!
He fixes up the truck,
I sometimes give him money,
Whenever he gets stuck.
(Not just for up and fixin’
The truck – not what I mean
‘f I tried, he wouldn’t take it)
It’s just that times ‘re lean.
His poor bald head works harder,
Than any I have known!
For he rides an old lawnmower,
And not a horse or throne!
He goes and helps the neighbors,
He will not take a cent,
(‘Course, he could make a killing,
That’s just not how he’s bent!)
Thank God I have a Brother,
Whose Kindness lifted me,
When I was drenched in sorrow,
And couldn’t hardly see.
He gripped me through the funeral,
Around the shoulders, hard,
And now, he’s lost his stepdad,
Who helped him in the yard,
Who told him ‘Mighty Fine’, and
Who loved, and sat a spell,
And stayed in the garage shop,
And cared that he was well.
So, now, he has a Brother,
Who’ll stand up, when he’s stuck,
And hold him by the shoulder,
And help him fix the truck.
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