Brothers (Brody Dean)

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... Correct these lyrics Hottest Lyrics with Videos 315fe0273959c66ed532b0e97271f9ae