B.J. Thomas

A Song For My Brother

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Wooden planes
Propellers spinnin' in the west Texas wind
We ran behind
You know we laughed
We thought our little flight would never end
You were my brother
And I
I knew you were my friend

I wish that we
Were chasing after wooden airplanes
Once again

The roads been long
You know
I've done some good
And yes I guess I've done some bad

I've sung my songs
And you know
Sometimes I swear
I think I've gone completely mad
If the story of my life
Ever makes you sad

Remember when
We were a-chasing after
Wooden airplanes
Yes I believe
That was the finest time
I've ever had

Yes I believe
That was the finest time
I've ever had