The (Cm7)road is (Bb)long,

with man y a (Eb)wind ing turn

(F7)that leads us to (Gm)who

knows (Ab)where,

who knows (Cm7)where.

But I’m (Bbmaj7)strong,

strong e nough to (Eb)car ry him.

He ain’t (Cm7)heav y,

he’s my (Bb)broth er.

So (Cm7)on we (Bb)go;

his wel fare is (Eb)my con cern.

(F7)No bur den is (Gm)he

to (Ab)bear,

we’ll get (Cm7)there.

For I (Bbmaj7)know

he would not en (Eb)cum ber me.

He ain’t (Cm7)heav y,

he’s my (Bb)broth er.

So (Cm7)on we (Bb)broth er.

If I’m (Ebmaj7)la den

at (F)all,

I’m (Ebmaj7)la den

with (F)sad ness

that (Dm7)ev

’ry one’s (Fm7)heart

is n’t (Ebmaj7)filled

with the (Gm)glad ness

of (E)love

for one an (Cm7)oth

er.

It’s a (Cm7)long, (C)long (Bb)road,

from which there is (Eb)no re turn.

(F7)While we’re on our (Gm)way

to (Ab)there,

why not (Cm7)share?

And the (Bbmaj7)load

does n’t weigh me (Eb)down at all.

He ain’t (Cm7)heav y,

he’s my (Bb)broth er.