James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
You left us to fight
But it just ain't right to take away the light
Remember Genie, from the casino
She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
'Till they get out of hand
And wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend
Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where, lies your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin baby
It's not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud
You're a coward James
You're running away from humanity
You're running out on reality
It won't be funny when they
Rat-a-tat-tat you down
Remember Genie, from the casino
She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
'Till they get out of hand
And wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend
Ooh, James are you selling your soul, ooh, to a cold gun?
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