Song | Brother Jake |
Artist | The Neville Brothers |
Album | Live On Planet Earth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Willie Green III & Tony Hall & Joel Neville & Arthur Neville & Charles Neville & | |
作词 : Green, Hall, Neville, Neville ... | |
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 couldnt 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- aint 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 |
zuo qu : Willie Green III Tony Hall Joel Neville Arthur Neville Charles Neville | |
zuo ci : Green, Hall, Neville, Neville ... | |
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 couldnt 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 aint 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 |
zuò qǔ : Willie Green III Tony Hall Joel Neville Arthur Neville Charles Neville | |
zuò cí : Green, Hall, Neville, Neville ... | |
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 couldnt 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 aint 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 |