fave song words: “brothers” (by dean brody)

fave song words: “brothers” (by dean brody)

Brothers can be counted on, although they don’t always express their emotions well verbally.

That’s the message behind this tender 2009 country song that shares memories from the narrator’s childhood.

A young boy’s older brother is leaving for the military, and at first the child preferred not to say goodbye, thinking that he could deny his brother’s leaving away. At the last moment, the boy runs to his brother and offers to clean his room, give him his rookie Joe DiMaggio card, anything to prevent his departure.

Two years later, the soldier returns in a wheelchair and says that he’s sorry that his younger sibling has to push him home.

The younger brother replies, “This is what brothers are for.

“The house was like a tomb.

I was hiding in my room.

As my brother made his way on down the hall.

I didn’t want to say goodbye.

And I was trying to deny there was a war,

And that he got the call.

I watched him from my window

Walking down the drive.

Then I ran down the stairway

Through the front door and I cried

You come back you hear?

And I let him see my tears

I said I’ll give you my rookie of DiMaggio.

I’ll do anything you want,

Clean your room, or wash your car.

I’ll do anything so long as you don’t go.

But he said, this is what brothers are for.

Well I have my heroes,

But the one I love the most

Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat.

And I wrote him every night,

I said I miss our pillow fights,

But lately I just wonder where you’re at.

Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live.

When it takes things from you that you don’t want to give.

I said you come back you hear?

I miss you being near.

Laugh and fish down in the maple grove

I’ll do anything you want.

There must be someone I can call,

And just maybe they would let you come back home.

But he wrote, this is what brothers are for.

I may never have to face the anger of those guns,

Or lie cold and wounded in my blood,

Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost

For him to love me that much.

Well, it had been two years,

And I held back my tears

When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore.

And as I ran and held him tight,

That’s when he looked me in the eye

And said I’m sorry that you have to push me home.

And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.

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