Songtext von Jesse James

A nation set on fire A war that has been lost Months spent with bushwhackers Had forged your skills From Confederate fighter To heroic outlaw The speed of the thunder The eyes of the hawk Icon of the rebels' grudge Punisher of the Union Your peacemaker deal death To those who stand against you Like a modern Robin Hood Crusader without bless Heal with your bullets The wounded heart of the South Jesse James The ecstasy of gold Runs through your veins Jesse James Your legend has been carved In gold and blood While the whip was painting Scars of hate on your skin The tears of your mother Were falling harsh Chased by the Union army Threatened by the Pinkertons Your run had found an end From a cheap shot Icon of the rebels' grudge Jesse James Striking like a storm A thunder in the rain Gazes of marvel follow Your fleeting shadow Hunted by the best ones On barren lands you sleep Gunshots in the distance Then ride into the sunset Ride Jesse James