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Oh Jesse, you better start thinkin' about saving your neckOh Jesse, you put on that leather jacket like you put on respectyou got cleats on your boots and a woman who shoots everytime you shuffle out the stage doorAnd darling Jesse, do you know what its all for?Ah Jesse, your manager brought by them eight by ten glossies of your bandOh Jesse, he says you wear cross around your neck and come on with nails in your handsWith your insides showing and your New York band blowin' them old Chicago bluesAh Jesse, can't you see you're the one JesseAh Sonny, this time its youWell Jesse, your child is slobbering all over your pantsAnd Jesse, your wife has fallen into a tranceShe's got eyes that tell no liesShe's seen so many warsAh 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 reelingOh and Jesse, ya he rocks 'em with that old soul feelingAnd he walks off the stage in a self-adoring hazeand gets shoved right out the doorWhoa Jesse, can't you see now boy that that's what its all about JesseNot even time to do that old played out encoreWhoa Jesse
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