Brothers Back Home Lyrics

All aboard! Eastbound I-90

Greyhound Silverliner can't be late

Man, it's gonna be a ride

Folks might think I'm runnin

But I'm just havin' fun and

You know I ain't got nothin' to hide

Well, I ain't superstitious

But I ain't gonna miss it

Cause I'll be needin all the luck I can get

Don't cash in your chips on the guitar player

His luck ain't never run out yet

Highway 90 goin' eastbound way

I'll just take some strings, they break along the way

Ooh, it's never easy to leave my baby sister behind

Well, I remember crazy Billy

Thought my plans were silly

When I told him that I needed to roam

He said, pack a lot of socks

And write to your momma

And don't forget your brother's back home

Well, I knew I was a villain

When I told him that Dylan

Was the music that I wanted to play

I said, you might not know it

But a guitar poet

Is what the music needs today

And I don't find it funny losin' all of my money

While I'm livin' in the Golden State

Hurry up, driver, just get me there alive and

Make it so I won't be late

Highway 90 goin' eastbound way

I'll just take some strings, they break along the way

Ooh, it's never easy to leave my baby sister behind

Well, I remember crazy Billy

Thought my plans were silly

When I told him that I needed to roam

He said, pack a lot of socks

And write to your momma

And don't forget your brother's back home

Pack a lot of socks

And write to your momma

And don't forget your brother's back home

Pack a lot of socks

And write to your momma

And don't forget your brother's back home