Jesse

Oh jesse, you better start thinkin' about saving your neck

Oh jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respect

You got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle out the stage door

And darling jesse, do you know what its all for?

Ah jesse, your manager brought by them eight by ten glossies of your band

Oh jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck and come on with nails in your hands

With your insides showing and your new york band blowin' them  old chicago blues

Ah jesse, can't you see you're the one jesse

Ah sonny, this time its you

Well jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pants

And jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance

She's got eyes that tell no lies

She's seen so many wars

Ah be a good boy jesse, tell her she don't have to look no more.

Well jesse, he knows all the tricks to get the crowd reeling

Oh and jesse, ya he rocks 'em with that old soul feeling

And he walks off the stage in a self-adoring haze

And gets shoved right out the door

Whoa jesse, can't you see now boy that that's what its all about jesse

Not even time to do that old played out encore

Whoa jesse


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