| Well my brother Jake
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| Well my brother Jake
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| Oh my brother Jake, he was on the run
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| The man behind him, with a Gatling gun
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| I remember that morning when he hopped that freight
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| He was headed west, oh lord, he couldn’t be late
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| Old brother jake had to ride the rail
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| Or get locked up in the parish jail
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| He had a lot of weight upon his chest
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| The sheriff had a warrant for his arrest
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| He grabbed the train and headed east
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| Would his life of running never cease
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| He hopped off the train at new york city
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| Only to find- ain’t no kind of pity
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| Well my brother Jake
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| Well my brother Jake
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| He finally made it
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| Back to new orleans
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| Man, his hometown
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| Sure enough was mean
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| Back in his jungle
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| Where he lived his life
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| Where the law of the land
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| It was a gun and a knife
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| Late one night, down on the avenue
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| Thats where brother jakes dying breath was drew
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| He thought his home was with family and friends
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| Somebody caught him off guard and brought his life to an end
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| Well my brother Jake
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| (brother jake he’s finally home)
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| (no more to cry, no more to weep and moan)
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| Well my brother Jake
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| (No more to have to run and hide)
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| (hes hopped his last frieght and took his last train ride)
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| Well my brother Jake
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home
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| Well my brother Jake
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| Well my brother Jake is finally home |