Jesse

<br>Oh jesse, you better start thinkin about saving your neck<br><br>Oh jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respect<br><br>You got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle out the stage door<br><br>And darling jesse, do you know what its all for? <br><br>Ah jesse, your manager brought by them eight by ten glossies of your band<br><br>Oh jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck and come on with nails in your hands<br><br>With your insides showing and your new york band blowin them old chicago blues<br><br>Ah jesse, cant you see youre the one jesse<br><br>Ah sonny, this time its you<br><br>Well jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pants<br><br>And jesse, your wife has fallen into a trance<br><br>Shes got eyes that tell no lies<br><br>Shes seen so many wars<br><br>Ah be a good boy jesse, tell her she dont have to look no more.<br><br>Well jesse, he knows all the tricks to get the crowd reeling<br><br>Oh and jesse, ya he rocks em with that old soul feeling<br><br>And he walks off the stage in a self-adoring haze<br><br>And gets shoved right out the door<br><br>Whoa jesse, cant you see now boy that thats what its all about jesse<br><br>Not even time to do that old played out encore<br><br>Whoa jesse