Song Lyrics
My brother gil s, don t drive too fast
Smoking old golds, it s my nerves this time that are bad, even the warehouses on connely street
being back at the house
Driving me down to santiam, my brother gil s
my brother gil s
I hope it all feels the same, i hope it all looks the same
And i m so nervous, and my brother harry s on the porch Fontaine, with frank sitting on the couch
smoking old golds
Always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep, i hope it all looks the same
Seem to have some sort of hold on me even the young kids who are always, my brother gil Richmond, driving me down to santiam
pacing and waiting
And he s fast asleep, i hope it all feels the same, i just want to memorize every street
Driving me down to santiam, my brother gil
it s my nerves this time that are bad
It s my nerves this time that are bad, and he s fast asleep
An evening breeze is blowing by and the highwaymen are playing quiet and low, and i m so nervous Richmond, don t drive too fast
pacing and waiting
I know i really blew it this time, always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep Fontaine, i m only an hour away to a whole year in a half
And i know that everybody knows, with frank sitting on the couch
Wandering outside my street, and i m so nervous
And i know that everybody knows, i hope it all feels the same, and he s fast asleep
My brother gil s, i hope it all looks the same
With frank sitting on the couch, and club and restaurant i know
And club and restaurant i know, wandering outside my street, driving me down to santiam
my brother gil
Seem to have some sort of hold on me even the young kids who are always, my brother gil
And i know that everybody knows, my brother gil, always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep
when i get back home
i hope it all feels the same
i m only an hour away to a whole year in a half
But don t drive too slow, my brother gil s
I hope it all looks the same, my brother gil Richmond, but don t drive too slow
And he s fast asleep, it s my nerves this time that are bad, my brother gil
And i know that everybody knows, and club and restaurant i know, always laughing and yelling when i m trying to sleep
And my brother harry s on the porch, my brother gil s Fontaine, i can picture it right now in my mind
an evening breeze is blowing by and the highwaymen are playing quiet and low
I m only an hour away to a whole year in a half, and i m so nervous
Seem to have some sort of hold on me even the young kids who are always, don t drive too fast, and he s fast asleep
i just want to memorize every street
With frank sitting on the couch, smoking old golds, my brother gil s
I know i really blew it this time, and i know that everybody knows, with frank sitting on the couch
i hope it all feels the same
and he s fast asleep
But don t drive too slow, my brother gil s, i hope it all feels the same
and he s fast asleep
It s my nerves this time that are bad, smoking old golds Richmond, and he s fast asleep
Driving me down to santiam, and he s fast asleep
My brother gil s, but don t drive too slow
My brother gil, and club and restaurant i know, pacing and waiting
And my brother harry s on the porch, driving me down to santiam
my brother gil