James And The Cold Gun

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 they led

With their old friend

Oooooooh

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 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 they led

With their old friend

Oooooooh

James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?