Bootlegger’s Son

[Intro]
Well, John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn
Where he spent his early years
He drove trucks during the prohibition to ease his family's fears
Alright

[Verse 1]
Well, John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn
Where he spent his early years
He drove trucks during the prohibition to ease his family's fears
Well, the trucks, they did start runnin' and events got [? 0:33]
And then John when finally failed him, he [? 0:36]

[Chorus]
Well, it's the story, story of poor John
He's gone and suffered his father's fate
The fate of a bootlegger's son
The legacy forges on, it's the story of poor John
The rest feels dead in the favorite place, but the untold years to come

[Verse 2]
Well, John hailed from the streets of 'Frisco, seven years long ago
He's the fourth generation of the family tree and his fate's already been told
Well, he works all day to fight the way to suit his family's need
He's a father to his kid, husband to his wife, and the last of a dying breed

[Chorus]
Well, it's the story, story of poor john
He's gone and suffered his father's fate
The fate of a bootlegger's son
The legacy forges on, it's the story of poor john
The rest feels dead in the favorite place, but the untold years to come

[Interlude]

[Outro]
Well, it's the story, story of poor john
He's gone and suffered his father's fate
The fate of a bootlegger's son
The legacy forges on, it's the story of poor john
The rest feels dead in the favorite place, but the untold years to come
Well, it's the story
Well, it's the story
The story of poor John