James, come on home.
Youve been gone too long, baby.
We cant let our 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 aint right to take away the light.

Remember genie from the casino?
Shes still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
Theyre only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.

Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?

Where lies your heart?
Its not there in the buckskin, baby.
Its not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud.

Youre a coward, james.
Youre running away from humanity.
Youre running away from reality.
It wont be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.

Remember genie from the casino?
Shes still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
Theyre only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend.

Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh, james, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?