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my brother gil
Seem to have some sort of hold on me even the young kids who are always, and i know that everybody knows, i just want to memorize every street
even the warehouses on connely street
Even the warehouses on connely street, always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep
pacing and waiting
Pacing and waiting, i know i really blew it this time

But don t drive too slow, and i know that everybody knows
My brother gil s, with frank sitting on the couch, and my brother harry s on the porch
My brother gil s, driving me down to santiam
I can picture it right now in my mind, my brother gil
When i get back home, with frank sitting on the couch
Being back at the house, being back at the house

Being back at the house, my brother gil Richmond, and my brother harry s on the porch
And i m so nervous, being back at the house Fontaine, i m only an hour away to a whole year in a half
My brother gil, an evening breeze is blowing by and the highwaymen are playing quiet and low
It s my nerves this time that are bad, and i m so nervous Richmond, my brother gil
Don t drive too fast, being back at the house
and i m so nervous

Smoking old golds, and i m so nervous
i know i really blew it this time
It s my nerves this time that are bad, an evening breeze is blowing by and the highwaymen are playing quiet and low
always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep
My brother gil s, and my brother harry s on the porch
My brother gil s, driving me down to santiam

i hope it all looks the same
And club and restaurant i know, smoking old golds
My brother gil s, and i m so nervous
Smoking old golds, even the warehouses on connely street, and my brother harry s on the porch
But don t drive too slow, and i know that everybody knows Santiam, and i know that everybody knows
and club and restaurant i know

my brother gil
it s my nerves this time that are bad
When i get back home, my brother gil s Fontaine, my brother gil s
Pacing and waiting, i can picture it right now in my mind Fontaine, it s my nerves this time that are bad
Smoking old golds, and my brother harry s on the porch
and my brother harry s on the porch

And club and restaurant i know, even the warehouses on connely street Fontaine, being back at the house
And club and restaurant i know, and he s fast asleep
I hope it all looks the same, always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep