| Song | Brother in the Night |
| Artist | The Weeks |
| Album | Dear Bo Jackson |
| Well I trace shapes and clouds and I saw things I never seen | |
| We move renegades down in the states reload there magazine | |
| Almost killed me in that city it was far to close to call | |
| To put money in the bags with wanted posters off the wall | |
| Say I’m wanted for a murder of a man I never seen | |
| They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in holly springs | |
| They have killed a man before not the one that they explain | |
| They’ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang | |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood | |
| Still pumping blood | |
| Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud | |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath | |
| Won't let me breath | |
| Well I'll wake up the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me | |
| Well death is always close there always fortress on my trail | |
| And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell | |
| Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath | |
| I was worried bout forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest | |
| I’m a southern man forever like the wind inside the ponds | |
| And my grandpa used to sing it oh to my brother and I | |
| How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin | |
| And we scurried out the window before the cops they busted in | |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood | |
| Still pumping blood | |
| Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud | |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath | |
| Won't let me breath | |
| Well I'll wake up the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me | |
| We were messages familians, we're a midnight mascaraed | |
| We can walk away form all this as the town goes up in flames | |
| As civilians in a war we can die right were we live | |
| You can walk away from all this go back home to see your kids | |
| I've got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too | |
| We can bring em all, let's have a ball, I've got nothing to lose | |
| I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see | |
| No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me | |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood | |
| Still pumping blood | |
| Well I'll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud | |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath | |
| Won't let me breath | |
| Well I'll wake up the cicadas and I’ll let them push it out for me |
| Well I trace shapes and clouds and I saw things I never seen | |
| We move renegades down in the states reload there magazine | |
| Almost killed me in that city it was far to close to call | |
| To put money in the bags with wanted posters off the wall | |
| Say I' m wanted for a murder of a man I never seen | |
| They say I shot him dead, one to his head, somewhere in holly springs | |
| They have killed a man before not the one that they explain | |
| They' ll see the barrel of my gun before they ever see me hang | |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood | |
| Still pumping blood | |
| Well I' ll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud | |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath | |
| Won' t let me breath | |
| Well I' ll wake up the cicadas and I' ll let them push it out for me | |
| Well death is always close there always fortress on my trail | |
| And the inside of this hotels better than a prison cell | |
| Well that southern whiskeys stinging singing words upon my breath | |
| I was worried bout forgetting so I tattooed it on my chest | |
| I' m a southern man forever like the wind inside the ponds | |
| And my grandpa used to sing it oh to my brother and I | |
| How I wish could get back the precious thoughts and newer skin | |
| And we scurried out the window before the cops they busted in | |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood | |
| Still pumping blood | |
| Well ill bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud | |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath | |
| Won' t let me breath | |
| Well I' ll wake up the cicadas and I' ll let them push it out for me | |
| We were messages familians, we' re a midnight mascaraed | |
| We can walk away form all this as the town goes up in flames | |
| As civilians in a war we can die right were we live | |
| You can walk away from all this go back home to see your kids | |
| I' ve got a knife inside my boot yes my brothers got one too | |
| We can bring em all, let' s have a ball, I' ve got nothing to lose | |
| I got hearts and bended knees that shake no one that can see | |
| No one here was coming faster, no one there will bother me | |
| Oh if my southern hearts still pumping blood | |
| Still pumping blood | |
| Well I' ll bury my money in the mighty Mississippi mud | |
| Oh and if my southern lungs wont let me breath | |
| Won' t let me breath | |
| Well I' ll wake up the cicadas and I' ll let them push it out for me |