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Brother I Hold

Lyrics by Kevin Thacker and Ben Lowe Met him at a crossroad, Both of us chasing wind, Talked about big dreams And the kind of men we’d been. Said, “If we ever make it, We don’t climb alone.” Shook hands on a promise Carved deeper than stone. Some folks count their blessings, Some folks count their gold, I measure my fortune By the brothers I hold. Good friends don’t cut you out on deals, They pour the coffee and let you feel Every win like it’s their own. No jealousy, no backroom steals, Just bacon crisp and truth that’s real, Two outlaws writing songs. Yeah we’re building dreams On Saturday mornings, Moving on, moving on. Sunlight on the skillet, Laughter in the air, Ideas on napkins, Plans everywhere. We talk about futures Like they’ve already begun, Speak it into being ‘Til two visions become one. When you say you believe it, You start to see it too, That’s the power of a brother Who’s aligned with you. Good friends don’t cut you out on deals, They pour the coffee and let you feel Every win like it’s their own. No jealousy, no backroom steals, Just bacon crisp and truth that’s real, Two outlaws writing songs. Yeah we’re building dreams On Saturday mornings, Moving on, moving on. I’ve met a thousand strangers In suits and polished lies, But real recognizes real When you look a man in the eyes. We don’t chase money, We attract what’s meant to be, Cause loyalty’s the currency That sets us free. Good friends don’t cut you out on deals, They pour the coffee and let you feel Every win like it’s their own. No jealousy, no backroom steals, Just bacon crisp and truth that’s real, Two highwaymen rolling strong. Yeah we’re building dreams On Saturday mornings, Moving on, moving on. If the world goes quiet And the road runs thin, There’ll still be coffee, bacon, And a song to begin.