B.J. Thomas
Song for My Brother
Wooden planesPropellers spinnin' in the west Texas windWe ran behindYou know we laughedWe thought our little flight would never endYou were my brotherAnd II knew you were my friendI wish that weWere chasing after wooden airplanesOnce againThe roads been longYou know I've done some goodAnd yes I guess I've done some badI've sung my songsAnd you knowSometimes I swear I think I've gone completely madIf the story of my lifeEver makes you sadRemember whenSongtexteWe were a-chasing afterWooden airplanesYes I believeThat was the finest timeI've ever hadYes I believeThat was the finest timeI've ever had
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