What Would Jesse James Say

I don't hang around town

I never keep my landing gear down

I love a good motel and

The burnin smell of wheels on ground

I don't go where I go just cause there's money on the road

It's a ramblin way just to see the day as it was long ago

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I got holes in the soles of my red wing boots

A long way to go before the day is through

My back to the wind, scruff on my chin

My hat pulled down low

And I got 300 horses beneath my hood

More stars at night than in Hollywood

The road lets me be a hawk on the breeze

It just goes on and on

Like an outlaw on the run, My guitar for a gun

If he was only here today

What would Jesse James say?

I've seen little cafes

Blown through towns with no names

I've put gas in my truck

With the last couple bucks from a jar on the stage

There a girl that I need

But she probably gonna leave

Oh but she's not to blame any girl do the same

With a drifter like me

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Runnin' hard beneath big black sky

There's no one else in the desert tonight

I got the fever runnin through my viens

I wonder if he felt the same

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