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