If I get murdered in the cityÂ
don’t go revenging in my name
One person dead from such is plentyÂ
No need to go get locked away.
When I leave your arms
the things that I think of
No need to get over alarmed
I’m coming home 

I wonder which brother is better
which one our parents loved the most
I sure did get in lots of trouble
They seemed to let the other go
A tear fell from my fathers eye
I wondered what my dad would say
He’d say I love you and I’m proud of you both
In so many different ways

If I get murdered in the city
Go read the letter in my desk
Don’t bother with all my belongings
But pay attention to the list
Make sure my sister knows I loved her
Make sure my mother knows the same

Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
like the love that let us share our name