My Brother

My brother
Is a guy
An ordinary guy
Who gets along with all his fellow creatures

My brother makes the claim
Folks are pretty much the same
In fifty dollar seats or in the bleachers

My brother doesn't ask
What church you may prefer
What friends you have or who you get your mail from

He doesn't wanna know
How much money you can show
Or what side of the railroad track you hail from

He's always understood
What the golden rule is worth
And he observes his teaching to the letter

He knows he's just as good
As any man oughter
Just as good
But not any better

So, if you should also be
A guy who likes to see
His neighbors get along with one another

Then, you're the kind of Joe
That I'm mighty proud to know
For you're the one I call my brother

Then, you're the kind of Joe
That I'm mighty proud to know
For you're the one I call my brother



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Waters, Jacoby
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