Brother

It was harder on me than it was on my brother He'd swear up and down that I'm telling you lies I was raised by our father out in Odessa He was raised by our mother the light of her eye Last I had heard he'd run south of the border The day Mother died he lost his way So I'm just passing through in search of my brother Trying to make good on a promise I made Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you I'm riding south to old Mexico Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on I was blown from the rig when we first hit the big one Black gold covered my head to my shoes With blood on his bootstraps and mud on his knuckles He reached for my hand, but he called out for you You see Daddy had grown weary late last December He kept forgetting my name and he chose not to shave A life with a drill and a son and a shovel He dug his whole life 'til he dug his own grave Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you I'm riding south to old Mexico Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on You know, he never spoke one word about Mother But I shuddered each time he talked about you The love that he had for my younger brother Spilled from his lips like the bubbling crude Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you I have arrived here in old Mexico Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on