Ballad of Jesse James

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Just about the worst gun battle
Ever out on the western plains
When me and a bunch of cowboys
Had a run-in with Jesse James

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Run into Jesse James, boys
Run into Jesse James
The guns went off like thunder
And the bullets fell like rain

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

The guns went off like lightning
And the bullets fell like hail
Was on our way to Denver
On the old Dodge City trail

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

And in that bloody battle
With Frank and Jesse James
My partners fell around me
With bullets in their brains

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Frank and Jesse James, boys
They robbed that midnight mail
The bank and express station
And broke the county jail

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

If you're afraid to fight, boys
If you're afraid to die
You'd better stay out of the Badlands
Where the red hot bullets fly

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

If you're afraid of dying
If you're afraid of death
You'd better stay at home, boys
Stay out of Jesse's path

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Come a cow cow yippie
Come, a cow cow yippie yippie yay

Ramblin' fever

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My hat don't hang on the same nail too long
My ears can't stand to hear the same old song
And I don't leave the highway long enough
To bog down in the mud
'Cause I've got ramblin' fever in my blood

I caught this ramblin' fever long ago
When I first heard a lonesome whistle blow
If someone said I ever gave a damn
They damn sure told you wrong
I've had ramblin' fever all along

Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
Ain't no kind of cure for my disease

There's times I'd like to bed down on a sofa
And let some pretty lady rub my back
And spend the early morning drinking coffee
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back

Cause I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get around
I want to die along the highway and rot away
Like some old highline pole
And rest this ramblin' fever in my soul

Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
Ramblin' fever
Ain't no kind of cure for my disease

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