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
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