Jamie rides in high boots

Braves the bank and wades in the river

Holds his gun above the water

And crosses to the shore



Now, the Christian Army awaits you

And Jessie's still waiting to date you

Those phantoms fly in strict formation

Over the hills of St George



Now the rebel life is lonely

Oh but the mountains are soft with freedom

To be free is to be lonely

Oh, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely



Jamie rides down a broken highway

The heat of the sun tends to bring him down

His field's full of crazy visions

Of Needles and white women in evening gowns



And he hears Jessie calling to him in the hills

Oh, she calls to him from the clouds

And the men are working in the fields

Oh, listen to 'em work

Ah, busting rocks

Ah, busting those rocks



Jamie rides in high boots

Braves the bank and wades in the river

Holds his gun above the water

And crosses to the shore



Now, the Christian Army awaits you

and Jessie's still waiting to date you

Those phantoms fly in strict formation

over the hills of St George



Those phantoms still fly in strict formation

Over the hills of St. George

Those fighters fly in strict formation

Over the hills of St. George

But he hears Jessie calling him home

He hears Jessie calling him home

And he hears the prisoners working in the field

Sees the chain gang busting rocks

And Jessie's calling him home



Those phantoms still fly in strict formation

Over the hills of St. George