Bootlegger`s Son — текст песни (One Man Army)

Well John hailed from the streets of Brooklyn, Where he spent his early years, he drove trucks during the prohibition ease his family`s fears, 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 ??? [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, ??? Well john hailed from the streets of frisco, not so long ago? he`s the fourth generation of the family tree and his fate`s already been told, he work`s all day, just like old ways, to suit his family`s need, he`s father to his kids a husband to his wife and the last of the dying breed. [Chorus] It`s the story, story, the story of poor john.