Lyrics

[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