Jesse - Bruce Springsteen

    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

    Marco Giunco
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