Jesse, Jesse, Jesse At the end of the cotton row We all saw what were shouldn't know Mama stripping off her dress Laying down in the tall grass The wind blowing slow Mama just wants to let go It's ok, put the gun down It's alright, put the bottle away Jesse, jesse, jesse It's ok, put the gun down It's alright, put the bottle away Jesse, jesse, jesse We hear an echo in the trees As our mama whispers please A stranger's body closing in Kisses mama's lips again The Sun moving slow Mama wants to keep it on the down low It's ok, put the gun down It's alright, put the bottle away Jesse, Jesse, Jesse It's ok, put the gun down It's alright, put the bottle away Jesse, Jesse, Jesse Lining us up just like dogs With a gun in your hand Daddy if you knew the truth We all think you'd understand We are dead on our feet, yeah Mama's white as a sheet It's ok, put the gun down It's alright, put the bottle away Jesse, Jesse, Jesse It's ok, put the gun down It's alright, put the bottle away Jesse, Jesse, Jesse Jesse, Jesse, Jesse