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Now the outlaw |
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Jesse James was up in heaven |
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With old friends around the |
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Kingdom throne |
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Boys I was branded as a bandit and bank robber |
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But I never turned a family from their home |
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Now we're sworn to pass no judgements here in heaven |
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But there's goings on a man can't stand no more |
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Now there's no open carry up in heaven |
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But please give me back my trusty 44 |
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Con permiso yo me voy to dear old |
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Wall Street |
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My 44 will do the talking from now on |
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I'll cut you down to size my banking brothers |
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Put that bonus money back where it belongs |
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Now you picked the pockets of los pobrecitos |
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Spreading hardship and trouble through the land |
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Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus falsas |
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That's what |
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Jesse James could never understand |
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Un minuto a rezar y un segundo para morir |
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That's all you birds will ever get from me |
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Now you lined your pockets well but |
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I'll see you in hell |
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Quemando como dinero for all eternity |
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Ry Cooder vocals, banjo, sexto, bass |
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Joachim Cooder drums |
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Flaco Jiminez accordion |
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Arturo Gillardo clarinet |
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Erasto Robles trombone |
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Carlos Gonzales trumpet |
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Pablo Molina sousaphone, alto horn |
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Edgar Castro percussion |
