Brother Is Gone (Ry Cooder)

We met old Satan down where the two roads crossed Just me and brother Dave by my side It was in the prairie town of Wichita We shook hands with Satan on a deal that night You will be exalted in the evil works of men High powered, rolling over land and sea But some dark night I’ll be coming round again And take one of you down back to Hell with me Oil spills and cancer towns was our steppin’ stones Immigration bills and foreclosure homes States’ rights we proclaimed like in the good old Jim Crow days Our highest aim was to take your vote away Brother is gone Brother is gone Brother is gone Little brother is gone Brother is gone When I woke up this morning, he was gone His bed was made And there’s his Bible, too I wonder did he have time To put on his travelin’ shoes Brother is gone Brother is gone Little brother is gone Brother is gone He’s gone Brother is gone Old Satan, he’s a man of his word Oh, brother is gone.