Jesse - Larkin Poe

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