He Sits at My Table

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

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