Capo on 1st fret to fit with recording.
D
The house was like a tomb.
D
I was hiding in my room.
G D
As my brother made his way on down the hall.
D
I didn't want to say goodbye.
D G
And I was trying to deny there was a war,
D
And that he got the call.
Bm
I watched him from my window
G
Walking down the drive.
D
Then I ran down the stairway
A
Through the front door and I cried
D
You come back you hear?
G
And I let him see my tears
D A
I said I'll give you my rookie of DiMaggio.
D
I'll do anything you want,
G
Clean your room, or wash your car.
D Asus4 G
I'll do anything so long as you don't go.
D Asus4 D
But he said, this is what brothers are for.
D
Well I have my heroes,
D
But the one I love the most
G D
Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat.
D
And I wrote him every night,
D
I said I miss our pillow fights,
G D
But lately I just wonder where you're at.
Bm G
Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live.
D A
When it takes things from you that you don't want to give.
D
I said you come back you hear?
G
I miss you being near.
D A
Laugh and fish down in the maple grove
D
I'll do anything you want.
G
There must be someone I can call,
D Asus4 G
And just maybe they would let you come back home.
D Asus4 D
But he wrote, this is what brothers are for.
A G D
I may never have to face the anger of those guns,
A G D
Or lie cold and wounded in my blood,
A G D
Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost
Bm G A
For him to love me that much.
D
Well, it had been two years,
D
And I held back my tears
G D
When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore.
D
And as I ran and held him tight,
D
That's when he looked me in the eye
Bm Asus4 G
And said I'm sorry that you have to push me home.
D Asus4 D
And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.
