Brew, My Brother

Brew, My Brother,  Brew

(Tune of  "Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill" American Traditional)

Early in the morning at eight o'clock

My brother’s at the brewery doing his work

The boss comes around and says, “Let’s set records.”

So my brother won a world award.

Brew my brother brew.

 

Brew, my brother, brew.

He works all day so his bills he can pay

And evening he can play

Brew my brother brew.

And mix and mash.

 

Now my smart brother he is a Yancey

He’s so clever its uncanny

He brewed his beer with maple syrup

Now you can taste Yancey syrup in your cup

Brew my brother brew.

 

My brother he has two dogs and a house

He with his beer he can be generous

He lives in the country by a beautiful lake

And he invites friends over for beer to partake

Brew my brother brew.

 

Brew, my brother, brew.

He works all day so his bills he can pay

And the evening he can play

Brew my brother brew.

And mix and mash.

 

Now my brother’s a fine man down to the ground

And he married a woman who knows how to sell.

She had a baby who was a girl.

Now he’s got his hands full with a family as well.

Brew my brother brew.

 

Brew, my brother, brew.

He works all day so his bills he can pay

And the evening he can play

Brew my brother brew.

And mix and mash.

 

Brew, my brother, brew.

He works all day so his bills he can pay

And the evening he can play

Brew my brother brew.

And mix and mash.

Brew, my brother, brew!