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

Late one night, down on the avenue

Thats where brother jakes 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

(brother jake he’s finally home)

Well my brother Jake is finally home

(no more to cry, no more to weep and moan)

Well my brother Jake

(No more to have to run and hide)

Well my brother Jake is finally home

(hes hopped his last frieght and took his last train ride)

Well my brother Jake

Well my brother Jake is finally home

Well my brother Jake

Well my brother Jake is finally home