F                         G                                    C
When I was born into this big wide world my heart had a little hole
F                   G                                             C
All it meant was I never could play very hard and I always had to run kinda slow
Am                 F
Mom and Dad always looked out for me
    Am                                   F
but I was born to be wild and I ran away when I was seventeen


Next Valentines Day my sister got a little red heart shaped box of chocolates from our dad
She was the apple of his eye and you know since I stayed gone, she was the only child he 
really had
She hugged Daddys neck with a tear and put the box in Mommas hand, said I dont mean to 
be ungrateful, but please do me a favor if you can.

C                           G
Give my heart to my brother He needs to come home
Am                          F
There are a lot of us here, who hate that hes gone
C                           G
Give my heart to my brother He doesnt need to live alone
Am                              F                   G
With this gift from me maybe he will see that he is loved