The outlaw Jesse James was up in heaven
With old friends around the kingdom throne
Boys I was branded as a bandit and bank robber
But I never tumed a family from their home
We're sworn to pass no judgments here in heaven
But there's goings on a man can't stand no more
There's no open carry up in heaven
But please give me back my trusty .44
Con permiso yo me voy to dear old Wall Street
My .44 will do the talking from now on
I'll cut you down to size my banking brothers
Put that bonus money back where it belongs
You picked the pockets of los pobrecitos
Spreading hardship and trouble through the land
Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus faIsas
That's what Jesse James could never understand
Un minuto a rezar y un segundo para morir
That's all you birds will ever get from me
You lined your pockets weil but I’ll see you all in hell
Quemando como dinero for all eternity
With old friends around the kingdom throne
Boys I was branded as a bandit and bank robber
But I never tumed a family from their home
We're sworn to pass no judgments here in heaven
But there's goings on a man can't stand no more
There's no open carry up in heaven
But please give me back my trusty .44
Con permiso yo me voy to dear old Wall Street
My .44 will do the talking from now on
I'll cut you down to size my banking brothers
Put that bonus money back where it belongs
You picked the pockets of los pobrecitos
Spreading hardship and trouble through the land
Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus faIsas
That's what Jesse James could never understand
Un minuto a rezar y un segundo para morir
That's all you birds will ever get from me
You lined your pockets weil but I’ll see you all in hell
Quemando como dinero for all eternity
envoyé par Dead End - 16/8/2012 - 14:53
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Album “Pull Up Some Dust and Sit Down”
Jesse James il celebre bandito è in paradiso e se ne sta con i suoi vecchi amici a chiacchierare nei pressi del trono di Dio: “Ragazzi, mi hanno sempre considerato un bandito ed un rapinatore di banche, ma io non ho mai gettato una famiglia in mezzo alla strada come fanno quei banchieri di laggiù!… Per favore, Padre, ridammi la mia vecchia e fidata .44 che scendo a fare due paroline con quelli là di Wall Street, che si decidano una buona volta a restituire il maltolto!”