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