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