Capo on 1st fret to fit with recording. D The house was like a tomb. D I was hiding in my room. G D As my brother made his way on down the hall. D I didn't want to say goodbye. D G And I was trying to deny there was a war, D And that he got the call. Bm I watched him from my window G Walking down the drive. D Then I ran down the stairway A Through the front door and I cried D You come back you hear? G And I let him see my tears D A I said I'll give you my rookie of DiMaggio. D I'll do anything you want, G Clean your room, or wash your car. D Asus4 G I'll do anything so long as you don't go. D Asus4 D But he said, this is what brothers are for. D Well I have my heroes, D But the one I love the most G D Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat. D And I wrote him every night, D I said I miss our pillow fights, G D But lately I just wonder where you're at. Bm G Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live. D A When it takes things from you that you don't want to give. D I said you come back you hear? G I miss you being near. D A Laugh and fish down in the maple grove D I'll do anything you want. G There must be someone I can call, D Asus4 G And just maybe they would let you come back home. D Asus4 D But he wrote, this is what brothers are for. A G D I may never have to face the anger of those guns, A G D Or lie cold and wounded in my blood, A G D Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost Bm G A For him to love me that much. D Well, it had been two years, D And I held back my tears G D When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore. D And as I ran and held him tight, D That's when he looked me in the eye Bm Asus4 G And said I'm sorry that you have to push me home. D Asus4 D And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.