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letra de me and jean lafitte - aaron einhouse

[verse]
in a lonesome moon
in new orleans
where i was laying low
working as a smuggler
in the gulf of mexico
i felt the hand of fortune
when he walked up to me
he said pleased to meet you
my name is jean laffite
he looked a little out of place
with a feather in his hat
dressed up like a prince
in a barroom full of rats
someone spilled a beer him
and did his temper rise
i saw murder on his face
i saw the devil in his eyes
he said he’d heard of me before
and that he had a plan
headed south for plunder in a place called galveston
without a thought
i said okay
he smiled and he winked
he said stick beside me boy
and you’ll be rich beyond your dreams

[chorus]
we drank our fill of brandy
dance and carried on
i’m out by the light of the mason roof
till the sun came through the fog
with wine and song and women
and shooting pistols in the street
we all raised our gl-sses to our captain jean lafitte

[verse]
when i got to the island
i was not alone
there thieves and k!llers everywhere
i feel right at home
and he stayed in a mansion
that we called mason room
decked out in a pirates plunder
with two cannons on the roof
and it’s a hard days work for an honest man
and a pirates life for me
stealing from the spanish
all the riches we could keep
and a ship called the republican
in the gulf of mexico
we kept her galleys full of love
and her belly full of gold

[verse]
he thought himself an honest man
but i knew what he was
just another pirate
yeah
he was one of us
he might try to fool you
with his words and fancy clothes
but he’d just as soon look at you
as he would cut your throat
well
one night we were on a raid
and the moon was shining bright
they caught us in an ambush
and they said give up or die
and we waited for the rescue
[?] before today
i’m starting to think
that we’ll be waiting in our graves
i sit here in this empty cell
waiting on the news
fighting [?] knowing he’s still on the loose
as i walk up to the gallows
to see my life before my eyes
yeah, i still crack a smile when i think about the times

[outro]
i’ll never raise
my gl-ss again
to that b-st-rd jean lafitte

- aaron einhouse

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