Brother Is Gone - Ry Cooder

We met old Satan down where the two roads crossed

Just me and brother Dave by my side

It was in the prairie town of Wichita

We shook hands with Satan on a deal that night

You will be exalted in the evil works of men

High powered, rolling over land and sea

But some dark night I’ll be coming round again

And take one of you down back to Hell with me Oil spills and cancer towns was our steppin' stones

Immigration bills and foreclosure homes

States' rights we proclaimed like in the good old Jim Crow days

Our highest aim was to take your vote away

Brother is gone

Brother is gone

Brother is gone

Little brother is gone

Brother is gone

When I woke up this morning, he was gone

His bed was made

And there’s his Bible, too

I wonder did he have time

To put on his travelin' shoes

Brother is gone

Brother is gone

Little brother is gone

Brother is gone

He’s gone

Brother is gone

Old Satan, he’s a man of his word

Oh, brother is gone.