My brother's whiskey
Colored like caramel gold
He prayed the Lord his soul to keep
Then he walked down stairs of oak
Where he left off his breath
I will pick up his soul
Where he said that he was weary
I reply that I want some more
Where once my liver revolted
His passion has touched my tongue
As if he looked down from a cloud
"We'll be together in sweet bourbon"
So I sip my brother's whiskey
And I finish bottles he can never taste
Where he left off in surrender
I will pick up the chase
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