text: My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
  Im a sergeant out of Perrineville Barracks Number 8
  I always done an honest job—as honest as I could
  I got a brother named Frankie, and Frankie aint no good
  Now, ever since we was young kids, its been the same comedown
  I get a call on the shortwave: Frankies in trouble downtown
  Well, if it was any other man, Id put him straight away
  But when its your brother, sometimes, you look the other way
  Me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
  Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played Night of the Johnstown Flood
  I catch him when hes straying, like any brother would
  A man turns his back on his family, well, he just aint no good
  Well, Frankie went in the army back in 1965
  I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
  But them wheat prices kept on dropping til it was like we were getting robbed
  Frankie came home in 68, and me, I took this job
  Yeah, were laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
  Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played Night of the Johnstown Flood
  I catch him when hes straying, teach him how to walk that line
  A man turns his back on his family, he aint no friend of mine
  Well, the night was like any other, I got a call bout quarter to nine
  There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
  There was a kid lying on the floor, looking bad, bleeding hard from his head
  There was a girl crying at a table, and it was Frank, they said
  Well, I went out and I jumped in my car, and I hit the lights
  Well, I mustve done one hundred and ten through Michigan County that night
  It was out at the crossroads, down round Willow Bank
  Seen a Buick with Ohio plates; behind the wheel was Frank
  Well, I chased him through them county roads
  Til a sign said Canadian border, five miles from here
  I pulled over on the side of the highway and watched his taillights disappear
  Me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
  Taking turns dancing with Maria as the band played Night of the Johnstown Flood
  I catch him when hes straying, like any brother would
  A man turns his back on his family, well, he just aint no good