Brother John Songtext
von Mick Thomas

We′re rolling
Two, three, four, one
Brother John says his prayers and rises in the morning
Leads a life to which he is accustomed
Grows his hair, loves his wife
Loves all people, loves all life
And thinks of Christmas and of Easter
Guilty faces far too see
Thinks of meetings and collections
Doesn't think of me
Ooh, Ricky Nelson and Chuck Berry
We sat around, we sang those songs
And ten bucks says that I won′t stay faithful
Brother John bets I'll be gone
But all my family they turned out
On confirmation day so sweet
Comb my hair, tuck in my shirt
The new shoes shone upon my feet
And he talked about the other churches


The other kids at the other schools
The silly songs, the hurtful taunts
The proddy dogs, the Catholic fools
But the flaming fires of right damnation
Never burn for me, it's true
But sometimes, on a Sunday morning
Brother John, I think of you
Wha-ah-ah-ah-oan
So Brother John says his prayers and he rises in the morning
Leads a life to which he is accustomed
But if memories are all I see
Then I wonder, does he wonder?
If one day, I might turn up and pay him back my debt outstanding
But Brother John, he don′t hold grudges
He never hassles, never judges
Brother John says his prayers
And Brother John says his prayers
And Brother John says his prayers and he rises in the morning
Doesn′t think of me