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   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, 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      Well, my brother Jake   Well, my brother Jake is finally home   Well, my brother Jake   Well, my brother Jake is finally home