Letras de Canciones de One Man Army
Bootlegger's son

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
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Well it's the story, story of poor john, he's gone
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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.