Brother Jake

Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Oh, my Brother Jake, he was on the run The man behind him, with a Gatling gun I remember that morning when he hopped that freight He was headed west, oh Lord, he couldn't be late Old Brother Jake had to ride the rail Or get locked up in the Parish jail He had a lot of weight upon his chest The sheriff had a warrant for his arrest He grabbed the train and headed east Would his life of running never cease He hopped off the train at New York City Only to find, ain't no kind of pity Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home He finally made it, back to New Orleans Man, his hometown, sure enough was mean Back in his jungle, where he lived his life Where the law of the land, it was a gun and a knife Late one night, down on the avenue That's where Brother Jake's dying breath was drew He thought his home was with family and friends Somebody caught him off guard and brought his life to an end Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home Well, my Brother Jake Well, my Brother Jake is finally home