Jesse

At the end of the cotton row
We all saw what were shouldn’t know
Mama stripping off her dress
Laying down in the tall grass
The wind blowing slow
Mama just wants to let go
It’s ok, put the gun down
It’s alright, put the bottle away
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
It’s ok, put the gun down
It’s alright, put the bottle away
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
We hear an echo in the trees
As our mama whispers «Please»
A stranger’s body closing in
Kisses mama’s lips again
The sun moving slow
Mama wants to keep it on the down low
It’s ok, put the gun down
It’s alright, put the bottle away
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
It’s ok, put the gun down
It’s alright, put the bottle away
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
Lining us up just like dogs
With a gun in your hand
Daddy if you knew the truth
We all think you’d understand
We are dead on our feet, yeah
Mama’s white as a sheet
It’s ok, put the gun down
It’s alright, put the bottle away
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
It’s ok, put the gun down
It’s alright, put the bottle away
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse