El Corrido de Jesse James.
Album: Pull Up Some Dust & Sit Down.
Intro: E A D6 E E6 E7 A6 C#m A
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Now the outlaw Jesse James was up in heaven,
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With old friends around the kingdom throne,
Boys I was branded, as a bandit and a robber,
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But I never turned a family from their home.
I was sworn to pass no judgments here in heaven,
But there's goings on, a man can't stand no more,
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Now there's no open carry up in heaven,
But please give me back my trusty forty four.
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With permission I go to dear old Wall Street,
My forty four will do the talking from now on,
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I'll cut you down to size my banking brothers,
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Put that bonus money back where it belongs.
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Now you picked the pockets of los pro-be-citos (poor little men),
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Spreading hardship and trouble through the land,
Their masters pay well for their falseness,
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That's what Jesse James could never understand,
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A minute to say and a second to die,
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That's all you birds will ever get from me,
Now you lined your pockets well,
But Iíll see you all in hell,
Burning like money for all eternity.
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