| 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? |