Peter la Grand - Brother of Mine Lyrics

Well I left as soon as I heard him yelling in their room
I took his knife, my bible, and left the rest
Thinking I would be home soon
I never believed my father, when he said that I was blessed
I've been on the road so long and lonely now
I think it must have been a curse

And I been workin' so hard, so hard to find
Some way to make up for the past and straighten out ... these crooked lines

I once dreamed of travelin' and not knowing just where I was
Now I wake up late in the afternoon
Confused, spinning with drugs
I'll take any pleasure, any pleasure that I can find
I know this will kill me Lord
If you would be so kind

And I been workin' so hard, so hard to find
Some way to make up for the past and straighten out ... these crooked lines
I got so many .... Crooked lines

And I got no use for these riches that I have found
I got no appetite for the decadence that surrounds me now
Without that brother of mine....how can I be blessed?
Without that brother of mine...