| Song | Brother Where Are You |
| Artist | Abbey Lincoln |
| Album | Abbey Is Blue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A small boy walked down a city street | |
| And hope was in his eyes | |
| As he searched the faces of the people he'd meet | |
| Or one he could recognize | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| The eyes of the people who passed him by | |
| Were cold and hard as stone | |
| The small boy whimpered and began to cry | |
| Because he was all alone | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Don't you know I need you now | |
| (Boots Rap) | |
| I'm calling out from the top | |
| Of a ten foot pile of knots | |
| They call us cool | |
| If you smile or not | |
| And if you dial the cops | |
| I'm gonna try to shot | |
| See it's a violence plot | |
| Tell the judge | |
| 'I give a f what kind of file I got' | |
| I'm trying to calculate my damages | |
| From a lifetime of manmade savages | |
| Bad food canisters | |
| Fast food managers | |
| And school principals | |
| Who really prison wooden chips | |
| Dough to the mo' | |
| Flush my load in the commo' | |
| But it never was | |
| Never is | |
| You believe in lined lie images | |
| Of front line scrimmages | |
| Support the crime bills of the president | |
| Now it's a sacrileges | |
| Attack the kids | |
| And get the older generation | |
| Just to back the pigs | |
| So when I whisper as I leave the line of where I was | |
| Brother, can you join the brawl? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Now there are many | |
| Who will swear it's true | |
| That brother all we are | |
| And yet it seems there are very few | |
| Who will answer a brother's call | |
| Oh brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Where are you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Oh brother | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Where are you? |
| A small boy walked down a city street | |
| And hope was in his eyes | |
| As he searched the faces of the people he' d meet | |
| Or one he could recognize | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| The eyes of the people who passed him by | |
| Were cold and hard as stone | |
| The small boy whimpered and began to cry | |
| Because he was all alone | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Don' t you know I need you now | |
| Boots Rap | |
| I' m calling out from the top | |
| Of a ten foot pile of knots | |
| They call us cool | |
| If you smile or not | |
| And if you dial the cops | |
| I' m gonna try to shot | |
| See it' s a violence plot | |
| Tell the judge | |
| ' I give a f what kind of file I got' | |
| I' m trying to calculate my damages | |
| From a lifetime of manmade savages | |
| Bad food canisters | |
| Fast food managers | |
| And school principals | |
| Who really prison wooden chips | |
| Dough to the mo' | |
| Flush my load in the commo' | |
| But it never was | |
| Never is | |
| You believe in lined lie images | |
| Of front line scrimmages | |
| Support the crime bills of the president | |
| Now it' s a sacrileges | |
| Attack the kids | |
| And get the older generation | |
| Just to back the pigs | |
| So when I whisper as I leave the line of where I was | |
| Brother, can you join the brawl? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Now there are many | |
| Who will swear it' s true | |
| That brother all we are | |
| And yet it seems there are very few | |
| Who will answer a brother' s call | |
| Oh brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Where are you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Oh brother | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Where are you? |
| A small boy walked down a city street | |
| And hope was in his eyes | |
| As he searched the faces of the people he' d meet | |
| Or one he could recognize | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| The eyes of the people who passed him by | |
| Were cold and hard as stone | |
| The small boy whimpered and began to cry | |
| Because he was all alone | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Don' t you know I need you now | |
| Boots Rap | |
| I' m calling out from the top | |
| Of a ten foot pile of knots | |
| They call us cool | |
| If you smile or not | |
| And if you dial the cops | |
| I' m gonna try to shot | |
| See it' s a violence plot | |
| Tell the judge | |
| ' I give a f what kind of file I got' | |
| I' m trying to calculate my damages | |
| From a lifetime of manmade savages | |
| Bad food canisters | |
| Fast food managers | |
| And school principals | |
| Who really prison wooden chips | |
| Dough to the mo' | |
| Flush my load in the commo' | |
| But it never was | |
| Never is | |
| You believe in lined lie images | |
| Of front line scrimmages | |
| Support the crime bills of the president | |
| Now it' s a sacrileges | |
| Attack the kids | |
| And get the older generation | |
| Just to back the pigs | |
| So when I whisper as I leave the line of where I was | |
| Brother, can you join the brawl? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Now there are many | |
| Who will swear it' s true | |
| That brother all we are | |
| And yet it seems there are very few | |
| Who will answer a brother' s call | |
| Oh brother, where are you? | |
| They told me that you came this way | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| They said you came this way | |
| Where are you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Oh brother | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Brother, where are you? | |
| Where are you? |