Three Brothers Roll Into Town by Richmond Fontaine Lyrics
Three brother roll into town
One’s just out of lock-up
One’s a drunk and a clown
The other don’t say much of anything
They’re worried he’s slow but he
Don’t mind ’cause then they don't expect anything
They drive to the biggest city that they’ve ever been
They stay in a basement room with their cousin
In a part of town called Felony Flats
The cousin’s out of work
They sleep on the floor in sleeping bags
Time, time don’t mean anything
When your 16, 19, and 20
They cooked their meals on a Coleman stove
The oldest got a job washing dishes
In an old folks home
The middle got on with a construction crew
And the youngest helped his cousin
Collecting scrap metal for a guy who never paid
What he was supposed to
At night they’d sit in that basement room
Intimidated by the city
And not sure what else to do
They drank by the case Rainier in cans
The middle would make everyone laugh
The oldest would start talking about how
He should have killed their dad
He stole a watch and a wallet
From an old lady's drawer
They found them in his coat
And he was caught cold
He called his brothers before they took him away
He said time, time don’t mean anything
I’ll be out before you know it
And then together we’ll leave
Then the cousin got kicked out of his basement room
For having too many people
And cooking when he wasn’t supposed to
So he went back to their hometown
But the brothers wouldn’t leave
They just moved into their van
Waiting For the oldest to be released
He was sentenced for just three months
But in a holding cell he got into a fight
And for a year was sent up
They held on through the winter living in their van
Listening to the radio at night
From their sleeping bags
Time, time don't mean anything
When you’re 16, 19, and 20
Time, time don’t mean anything
When you're already sinking at 16, 19, and 20
One’s just out of lock-up
One’s a drunk and a clown
The other don’t say much of anything
They’re worried he’s slow but he
Don’t mind ’cause then they don't expect anything
They drive to the biggest city that they’ve ever been
They stay in a basement room with their cousin
In a part of town called Felony Flats
The cousin’s out of work
They sleep on the floor in sleeping bags
Time, time don’t mean anything
When your 16, 19, and 20
They cooked their meals on a Coleman stove
The oldest got a job washing dishes
In an old folks home
The middle got on with a construction crew
And the youngest helped his cousin
Collecting scrap metal for a guy who never paid
What he was supposed to
At night they’d sit in that basement room
Intimidated by the city
And not sure what else to do
They drank by the case Rainier in cans
The middle would make everyone laugh
The oldest would start talking about how
He should have killed their dad
He stole a watch and a wallet
From an old lady's drawer
They found them in his coat
And he was caught cold
He called his brothers before they took him away
He said time, time don’t mean anything
I’ll be out before you know it
And then together we’ll leave
Then the cousin got kicked out of his basement room
For having too many people
And cooking when he wasn’t supposed to
So he went back to their hometown
But the brothers wouldn’t leave
They just moved into their van
Waiting For the oldest to be released
He was sentenced for just three months
But in a holding cell he got into a fight
And for a year was sent up
They held on through the winter living in their van
Listening to the radio at night
From their sleeping bags
Time, time don't mean anything
When you’re 16, 19, and 20
Time, time don’t mean anything
When you're already sinking at 16, 19, and 20