My Brother

My brother

Is a guy

An ordinary guy

Who gets along with all his fellow creatures

My brother makes the claim

Folks are pretty much the same

In fifty dollar seats or in the bleachers

My brother doesn't ask

What church you may prefer

What friends you have or who you get your mail from

He doesn't wanna know

How much money you can show

Or what side of the railroad track you hail from

He's always understood

What the golden rule is worth

And he observes his teaching to the letter

He knows he's just as good

As any man oughter

Just as good

But not any better

So, if you should also be

A guy who likes to see

His neighbors get along with one another

Then, you're the kind of Joe

That I'm mighty proud to know

For you're the one I call my brother

Then, you're the kind of Joe

That I'm mighty proud to know

For you're the one I call my brother