Baby Brother
Baby brother
Won't you spare a little time?
I know you're still there workin' from 11 to 9
Flippin' nickels, flippin' quarters and dimes
Don't wanna hear it
Puttin' price tags on your spirit
Baby brother
You're gonna end up getting hurt
I know it's gettin' harder from the wrinkles in your shirt
Oh yeah, you're gonna get hurt
Baby brother
What time will you be walking in?
Spend the day with whiskey and bottles of gin
Oh yeah, you know where you've been
You got your reasons
They're changin' with the seasons
I know it's hard to keep it straight
But I could argue that it's harder for the one who has to wait
Don't wanna hear it
Puttin' price tags on your spirit
Baby brother
You're gonna end up getting hurt
I know it's gettin' harder from the wrinkles in your shirt
Oh yeah, you're gonna get hurt
Baby brother
Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-whoa
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
