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.

Refrain:
Remember Genie from the casino?
She still a-waiting in her big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
'Til they get out of hand
And I wish they were dead.
They're only lonely for the life that 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.
You're running away from humanity.
You're running out of reality.
It won't be funny when they
Rat-a-tat-tat you down.

Refrain