Jesse was a renegade danced to his own drum
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Growin' wise could wait 'til tomorrow
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Took to a road signposted sorrow
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Jesse was a hooligan jumped right off the rail
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There in the cards there in the tarot
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Born to despise the straight and the narrow
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Jesse was a connoisseur
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Home cookin' tasted stale
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Jesse James bolero is a dance upon the run
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Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son
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Jesse James is waiting
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For the cheap music to stop
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Don't goodbye deserve some Bach not barbershop ?
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Jesse didn't hear the drum suddenly lose time
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All his plans crafted, clever
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Fated unborn - Unfinished forever
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Jesse didn't hear the drum stop outside his door
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In his dreams destiny towered
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In the cold light of day it came as a coward
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Jesse didn't hear the drum
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At the age of thirty-four
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Jesse James bolero is a dance upon the run
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Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son
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Jesse James is waiting
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For the cheap music to stop
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Don't goodbye deserve some Bach not barbershop ?
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Jesse James bolero is a dance upon the run
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Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son
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Jesse James is waiting
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For the cheap music to stop
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Don't goodbye deserve some Bach not barbershop ?
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Jesse James Bolero
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