Brother Jake

Brother Jake - The Neville Brothers

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 finally made it

Back to New Orleans

Back to New Orleans

Back to New Orleans

Man his hometown Man his hometown

Sure enough was mean

Sure enough was mean

Back in his jungle in his jungle

Where he lived his life

Where he lived his life

Where the law of the land

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

Well my brother Jake brother Jake

Is finally home

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