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Brother Brother

from Perspicacity by A Fistful of Sugar

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lyrics

Three hippie kids bound for Barstow
Were hitchin' for a ride
Hangin' out at the gas station parking lot
At the Continental Divide
You know the tall one, he was weavin' beads
Into a necklace made of hemp
While the dreadie tried his damndest to
Trade his backpack for a tent
And me, I talked to Angela
She didn't know my name
But she called me "Brother Brother" just the same

You know the desert winds, they carried me
Past the pine trees in San Jon
Past the prison rodeo in Stringtown
And the ugly lady's lawn
You know I found myself at the top of the world
Gettin' gas in my old car
While I looked at racks of tacky crafts
And I almost bought a guitar
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother" just the same

Brother Brother
Well, I like the way that sounds
Brother Brother
When you're Tucumcari-bound
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother" just the same

(WOO!)

Brother Brother
Well, I like the way that sounds
Brother Brother
When you're Tucumcari-bound
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother" just the same

Well the desert winds, they carried me
Past the pine trees in San Jon
Past the prison rodeo in Stringtown
And the ugly lady's lawn
You know I found myself at the top of the world
Gettin' gas in my old car
While I looked at racks of tacky crafts
And I almost bought a guitar
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim

That they'd call me "Brother Brother"
Oh yes they'd call me "Brother Brother"
Oh no they'd call me "Brother Brother"
Just the same

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from Perspicacity, released January 10, 2014

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A Fistful of Sugar Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Centered around strong, lush vocal harmonies and driving "new folk" instrumentals, AFOS is a distinctly modern sound that resonates with echoes of hot jazz, 'old-timey' country, gypsy, and other roots musics. AFOS has wowed audiences with their powerful, genre-bending performances that range from the syrupy-sweet to the gritty and swampy. ... more

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