A Hero Like Jesse James

When I was young I wanted be a cowboy
Ridin' 'cross the land
Me and my horse and my Colt Revolver
Justice in my hand
A can of beans and a bottle of whiskey
Driftin' from town to town
Singin' my cowboy songs savin' the women-folk
Shootin' the bad guys down

Now everybody wants to be a relative
Of that good ol' Jesse James
They're digging up his bones to see if they're his own
'Cause he might have just slipped the grave
And seven hundred nieces and nephews
They say leave poor uncle Jesse at ease
He was just a Robin Hood robbin' for the common good
Can't you let him rest in peace

Oh, mama always taught me to be a good man
But I think the time has come to change
And I hope that when it's over and I'm burnin' in hell
I'm a hero like Jesse James
Yeah, I hope that when it's over and I'm burnin' in hell
I'm a hero like Jesse James



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Avery, Timothy Brick
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