Younger Brothers

Twelve years old I come home from school With a backpack full of adolescent blues Hear my name hear mama say it's true They’ve been waiting for you In the Backyard ice and hockey skates First snowfall and rosy cheeks Round and round and round in figure eights Then world slows down Nothing else matters now Thank God for my mother Thank God for my father For giving this older sister Younger brothers Even when I’m mad it never lasts Somebody’s like, don’t you smile And I just crack Dancing round the kitchen in cowboy hats Someday we’ll look back And we’ll just laugh Thank God for my mother Thank God for my father For giving this older sister Younger brothers Ooh And when I’m old and grey I’ll look back and say Thank God for my mother Thank God for my father For giving this older sister Younger brothers