What's Up With Your Brother

I've been fighting this guitar over 30 long years
Until there's blood on my hands and ringing in my ears
Sing my songs round the world, one end to the other
But all anyone ask is
What's up with your brother?

I catch rattlesnakes with my bare hands
Sang jazz with sun ra, played in t-bone walker's band
I'll debate time and space and the theory of numbers
But all anyone asks is
What's up with your brother?

You can run, you can hide
But you'll soon discover
No matter where you run
Blood is thicker than water
No one asks about our father, sister or mother
All they ever ask is what's up with your brother?

I could have money in my pockets or not a dime to my name
Whether I'm drunk or sober, you know, it's always the same
Could be the cop on the beat, it might be some little lover
All they ever ask is
What's up with your brother?

Now when the time comes to meet out final fate
Could be in the fires of hell, could be at the pearly gates
But I don't give a damn one way or another
'Cause all they're gonna ask is
What's up with your brother?