Speakeasy

Jesse Jones was a righteous man
He played guitar in a traveling band
When I met him he could hardly stand
So I gave a prescription
to knock him on his ass for a while

When he awakened he stretched out his hand
He stared into my eyes
He was begging
Please man
My life is going down the drain
My woman doesn't feel the same
So give me a prescription
Knock me on my ass again

Jessie Jones lies on the floor
He lost his wife to a traveling whore
It's been 35 years since the day he was born
Now he's cold he's on the ground and he ain't breathing anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Jacob Maillaro, Jacob Robert Demarco, Nathan Wade Tharp
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