Am I Not My Brother's Keeper - Wanda Jackson, The Oak Ridge Boys

If he comes to me stumbling from the weight of his load

Shouldn’t I let him just fall down on his face in the road

Shouldn’t I hold out my hand, tell me what kind of friend would I be

If I didn’t care

Am I not my brother’s keeper, am I not my brother’s friend

If I’m not my brother’s keeper, who will look out after him

Is it just too old fashioned out of step with the times

To show some compassion for no reason nor rhyme

Are we too big to cry did it hurt if we try

To show a little love sometime

Am I not my brother’s keeper, am I not my brother’s friend

If I’m not my brother’s keeper, who will look out after him