The music is free, little brother Take it from me, little brother There's a road that's winding through the night. You can feel the city's burning lights. There's a woman in a bright red dress for you, little brother. She ain't nothing like her mother, but she's true, little brother I'm talkin' to you, little brother You can take the car, little brother. Take my old guitar, little brother. There's a bar on the corner of Third and South. Where you talk with your fingers not your mouth. There's a woman in a bright red dress for you, little brother. She ain't nothing like her mother, but she'll show you what to do, little brother I'm talkin' to you, little brother.
I'm talkin' to you, little brother. We were born to knock around, and rock around Gotta shake off that catholic schoolin' joke. We were born to knock around, and rock around Let me show you how they walk,and talk. I'm talkin' to you, little brother. Look into the stars, little brother. Don't look too far, little brother. Don't let them try and push you 'round. When you're down they try to burn you out. And just remember in everything you do, little brother I love you and I'm watchin' over you, little brother I'm talkin' to you, little brother. I'm walkin' with you, little brother I'm talkin' to you Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Little brother.