For the love of Miss Molly Mae Brown Jack and Jim were brothers Twin brothers, it was hard to tell them apart They shared a never dying passion for the lady’s, Pretty lady’s and matters of the heart They drove for miles to catch their prey Hunting out all the joints along the state highway  Jack and Jim where brothers Bothers born identical twins Grew up without a father or a mother Abandoned, found in a metal trash bin They bobbed up in every club or road café Until they finally ran into Miss Molly Mae The day they picked up Molly Mae Brown in Paris Am Illinois Hell broke loose between the boys Jack screamed I saw her first Jim pulled his gun and cursed Jack said Jim get out you better walk back to town Then Jim draw and shot his brother down Before the eyes of Molly Mae Brown Jack and Jim were brothers Twin brothers, it was hard to tell them apart They shared a never dying passion for the lady’s, Pretty lady’s and matters of the heart Sad day, sad, sad day Muziek en Tekst: Frédérique Spigt (p) en © 2017 Frédérique Spigt