He Sits at My Table

[Verse 1] He sits at my table, he drinks of my wine You'd never know he was a kin of mine He calls me brother and then turns around He calls me bad news to everyone in town [Verse 2] The fun we used to have gave a warning of our fame So soon a woman's love turned a brothers love to hate He sits at my table and he drinks of my wine Just to be near this woman of mine Just to be near this woman of mine