James, come on home

You've been gone too long, baby

We can't let out 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 still a - waiting in her big brass bed

The boys from your gamg are knocking whisky back

'Till they get out of hand

And I wish they were dead

They're only lonely for the life that they led

With their old friend

Ooh, James are you selling you 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 of reality

It won't be funny when they

Rat - a - tat - tat you down