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 that big brass bed. The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back, ´Til 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? Selling your soul to a 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 away from 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 that big brass bed. The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back, ´Til 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? Selling your soul to a Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
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