Brothers

Came here 1852 fled a country that had given up on me Found a place to make my mark, work hard maybe start a family  don't know why I wrote this letter, buried in the sand to be dug up in the future  Hope things for you are a damn site better and that your government don't still shoot you Cos it was all here  it was all ours for the getting  and they getting was good  they just never let us get around to getting any Oh my brother it's been a long one Pour me another Make it a strong one Well it was late and the rain was bucketing down  Harry, Joe and I ducked into Madame Roux's Shook the water from off our coats found a table and a nice looking bottle of juice Just as we were settling in  a shot rang out from the Poker and the Whist Hall  a fine young lady came gliding past  Followed by a man with a still smoking pistol They held us all up  it was all theirs for the taking and the taking was good they took every single bloody thing that we had! Oh my brother it's been a long one Pour me another Make it a strong one Just past midnight in an LA ballroom  A good man has just made a very good speech Heads for Chicago Out through a kitchen where Inside his assassin sleeps Gunfire gunfire the death of Liberty  They killed his brother now they hushed him too And with the good doctor dead only months ago  What in the world's gonna happen to you They had it all there But it was all torn in the making And the making was so fast They just didn't see all the cracks they covered Oh my brother it's been a long one Pour me another Make it a strong one Oh my brother  You can share my raincoat Cos there's a storm coming  We're in the same boat