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