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Jesse James (Letra)

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It’s all over now
Put it on the wire, ahuh
Gonna burn it to the ground
Put it on the wire, ahuh

You’ll have to put me in my grave
Before I wear a ball and chain
Maybe we should have some fun
Put it on the wire, ahuh

You say my days are numbered
I swear you’ll never take me alive

Is this the last dance? Honey c’mon
This is my last chance, Honey c’mon
If it’s the last dance, Honey c’mon
Come on by

No sense trying to hide
Put it on the wire, ahuh
Tell me that we’re out of time
Put it on the wire, ahuh

Everywhere I go I see
The end is coming after me
Maybe we should have some fun
Put it on the wire, ahuh

You said that it’s not funny
I swear, I didn’t mean to smile

Is this the last dance? Honey c’mon
This is my last chance, Honey c’mon
If it’s the last dance, Honey c’mon
Come on by

Between the flash of lighting and the broken glass
Never heard a sound ‘cause Baby we’re so fast
Tell my mother I love her, tell her again
Kiss them all goodbye

Is this the last dance? Honey c’mon
This is my last chance, Honey c’mon
If it’s the last dance, Honey c’mon
One more time

Compartilhe!

Jesse James (Letra)

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Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
Too my pistol out, unlocked it
Pulled the hammer back and – cocked it
And left his shit all on the carpet
I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target
I’m making my way up out the building
I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children
That they old man done fell up out the game
Because I came to this muthafucka
and killed his ass just like Jesse James

Think it’s a muthafuckin game?
I come around this muthafucka and kill yo ass just like Jesse James

What’s my muthafuckin name?

There’ll be no witnesses to this homicide
No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized
All you got is a nigga with a dot
In the middle of his muthafuckin head he been shot
Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain’t breathin
And the nigga’s on the go cause we ain’t seein
He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture
The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha
Call the muthafuckin helicopter
But ain’t no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper
That oughta hold your monkey ass (muthafucka, you)
That oughta teach your funky ass (muthafucka, you)
I know this muthafuckin game is sheift
And you done lost the fuckin game of life
And that’s a muthafuckin shame
You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James

And that’s a muthafuckin shame
You came around this muthafucka and let me do ya like Jesse James

Think it’s a muthafuckin game?

Wait – this muthafucka got me bent, I gots to – break
Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my – face
He best to chill before I hit him with this – lace
And catch this muthafuckin case
Cause once I got it blind, then he done with
Because I’m true to myself, fuck the dumb shit
You ain’t no muthafuckin gangsta, gee
And when I get up out your ass you gon’ realize it just ain’tsta be
It ain’t no studio up in me
And all that bullshit I’m hearin you talk only offends me
And lately I’m under a lot of pressure
It seems to me you can’t come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya
I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck)
And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I could give a muthafuck about the sentence
I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I’m (SCREAMING FOR VENGEANCE)
Cause life has no meaning, no meaning
We were all born to die, so no screaming
Think it’s a muthafuckin game?
I come around this muthafucka and cut yo ass just like Jesse James

Put out your muthafuckin brains
I come around this muthafucka and do yo ass just like Jesse James

Think it’s a muthafuckin game?

Jesse James (Letra)

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(traditional, arranged by ry cooder)

Jesse james we understand
Has killed him many a man
He robbed the union trains
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid jesse james in his grave

It was on a saturday night
The stars were shining bright
When they robbed that union train
And it was one of the younger boys
That gathered in the spoils
And carried that money away

In his small home unaware
A-straightening pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
And as he turned his head
Well, the bullet killed him dead
Fired by bob ford, one of the boys

Poor jesse had a wife
She lived a lady all her life
The children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse, laid poor jesse
Have laid jesse james in his grave

Jesse James (Letra)

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[the pogues’ version]
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Jesse james we understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the union trains
He stole from the rich
And gave to the poor
He’d a hand and a heart
And a brain

Now jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse in his grave

Well it was on saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the glendale train
And the people they did say
For many miles away
It was those outlays
Frank and jesse james

Now jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse in his grave

Well it was bob and charlie ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of jesse’s bread
And they slept in jesse’s bed
And they laid poor jesse in his grave

Now jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That bob and charlie ford
Have laid poor jesse in his grave

Well the people held their breath
When they heard of jesse’s death
They wondered how he came to fall
Well it was robert ford in fact
Who shot him in the back
While he hung a picture on the wall

These are the lyrics as they appear on the rum, sodomy, & the lash insert.

[jesse james]
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Jesse james was a boy
Who killed many a man
He robbed the glendale train;
He stole from the rich
And he gave to the poor
He’d a hand and a heart and a brain. poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

It was robert ford,
That dirty little coward;
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of jesse’s bread
And he slept in jesse’s bed
Then laid poor jesse in his grave.

Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

Jesse was a man,
A friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother frank
He robbed the chicago bank,
And stopped the glendale train.

Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

Lt was his brother frank
That robbed the gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
Lt was in this very place
That they had a little race,
For they shot captain sheets to the ground.

Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

They went to the crossing
Not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees,
He delivered up the keys
To the outlaws,
Frank and jesse james.

Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

It was on saturday night,
Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert ford came along
Like a thief in the night
And laid poor jesse in his grave.

Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

The people held their breath
When they heard of jesse’s death
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang
Called little robert ford
He shot poor jesse on the sly.

Poor jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life,
Three children,
They were brave;
But that dirty little coward
That shot mr. howard
Has laid poor jesse in his grave.

This song was made by billy gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man
With the law in his hand
Who could take jesse james when alive.