text: My name is Joe Roberts, I work for the state
  Im a sergeant out on Perenville barracks number 8
  Ive always done an honest job, honest as I could
  Got a brother named Frankie, Frankie isnt no good
  Ever since we were young kids, its been the same come down
  Id get a call on the short wave, Frankies in trouble downtown
  Well, if it was any other man, Id put him straight away
  But sometimes when its your brother, you look the other way
  Yeah, me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
  Taking turns dancing with Maria while the band played The Night of the Johnstown Flood
  I catch him when hes straying, like any brother should
  Man turns his back on his family, he aint no good
  Well, Frankie went into the army back in 1965
  I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
  But them wheat prices kept on dropping, until it was like wes getting robbed
  Frankie came home in 68, and me, I took this job
  Yeah, me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
  Taking turns dancing with Maria while the band played The Night of the Johnstown Flood
  I catch him when hes straying, teach him how to walk that line
  Man turns his back on his family, aint no friend of mine
  The night was like any other, I got a call about a quarter to nine
  There was trouble at a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
  There was a kid on the floor, looking bad, bleeding hard from his head
  There was a girl crying at a table, it was Frankie, she said
  I ran out and I jumped in my car, then I hit the lights
  I must have done about a hundred and ten to Michigan County that night
  It was down by the crossroads, out by willow bank
  Seen the Buick with Ohio plates, behind the wheel was Frank
  Well, I chased him through them county roads, until the sign said Canadian border five miles from here
  Pulled over to the side out the highway, watched the taillights disappear
  Yeah, me and Frankie laughing and drinking, nothing feels better than blood on blood
  Taking turns dancing with Maria while the band played The Night of the Johnstown Flood
  I catch him when hes straying, like any brother should
  Man turns his back on his family, he aint no good