James and the Cold Gun - Kate Bush

    James, come on home
    You've been gone too long baby
    We can't let out hero die alone
    We miss you day and night
    You left town to live by the rifle
    You left us to fight
    But it just ain't right to take away the light


    Remember Genie, from the casino
    She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
    The boys from your gang are knocking whiskey back
    'Till they get out of hand
    And wish they were dead
    They're only lonely for the life they led
    With their old friend
    Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun?

    Where lies your heart?
    It's not there in the buckskin baby
    It's not there in the gin that makes you laugh long and loud

    You're a coward James
    Your running away from humanity
    You're running out on reality
    It won't be funny when they
    Rat-a-tat-tat you down

    Marco Giunco
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