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 that big brass bed.
the boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
´til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
they´re only lonely for the life that they led
with their old friend.

ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
selling your soul to a
ooh, 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 away from reality.
it won´t be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.

remember genie from the casino?
she´s still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
the boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
´til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
they´re only lonely for the life that they led
with their old friend.

ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
selling your soul to a
ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?