"Brothers", the debut single from Canadian-Born Dean Brody, has entered the Country Music charts despite some critical thrashing in the new Country Media.  "Brothers" is a song about someone watching their brother going to fight a war and coming back with some physical impairments.  War is hell, and so are the music critics, but the final judgement will be levied by the consumer.  I was actually a little suprised that its stayed on the Top 60 charts as long as it did, but its moved into the top 40 this week, so I figured I'd give it a shout-out.  Will "Brothers" break the top 20?  Probably not.  But all-in-all, Brody should be happy with the success and hopefully build on it with a little more original 2nd release.

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Dean Brody - "Brothers" Reviews

Unlike many formulaic tear jerkers that country music listeners are forced to endure, this one simply manages to pull the tears softly without feeling overtly contrived. - Country Universe

The song does feature a few nice fiddle riffs in the end to remind people we're listening to a country song but from the militaristic drumming to the carbon-copy of Dierks Bentley's vocal, this song has a lot to overcome to be successful at radio - Roughstock

“Brothers” is an important song that deals with an issue too often overlooked in contemporary music—sibling relationships—and which does so in the context of our modern struggles. - The 9513

"Brothers" Lyrics

The house was like a tomb.
I was hiding in my room.
As my brother made his way on down the hall.

I didn't want to say goodbye.
And I was trying to deny there was a war,
And that he got the call.

I watched him from my window
Walking down the drive.
Then I ran down the stairway
Through the front door and I cried

You come back you hear?
And I let him see my tears
I said I'll give you my rookie of DiMaggio.
I'll do anything you want,
Clean your room, or wash your car.
I'll do anything so long as you don't go.
But he said, this is what brothers are for.

Well I have my heroes,
But the one I love the most
Taught me how to hunt and swing a bat.
And I wrote him every night,
I said I miss our pillow fights,
But lately I just wonder where you're at.

Sometimes freedom makes it hard to live.
When it takes things from you that you don't want to give.

I said you come back you hear?
I miss you being near.
Laugh and fish down in the maple grove

I'll do anything you want.
There must be someone I can call,
And just maybe they would let you come back home.
But he wrote, this is what brothers are for.

I may never have to face the anger of those guns,
Or lie cold and wounded in my blood,
Or know the sacrifice and what it must of cost
For him to love me that much.

Well, it had been two years,
And I held back my tears
When I saw him in that wheel chair on the shore.

And as I ran and held him tight,
That's when he looked me in the eye
And said I'm sorry that you have to push me home.
And I said hey, this is what brothers are for.