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A nation set on fire

A war that has been lost

Months spent with bushwhackers,

Had forged your skills

From Confederate fighter

To heroic outlaw

The speed of the thunder

The eyes of the hawk

Icon of the rebels' grudge,

Punisher of the Union

Your peacemaker deal death

To those who stand against you

Like a modern Robin Hood

Crusader without bless

Heal with your bullets

The wounded heart of the South

Jesse James

The ecstasy of gold

Runs through your veins

Jesse James

Your legend has been carved

In gold and blood.

While the whip was painting

Scars of hate on your skin

The tears of your mother

Were falling harsh

Chased by the Union army,

Threatened by the Pinkertons

Your run had found an end

From a cheap shot

Icon of the rebels' grudge

Jesse James

Striking like a storm

A thunder in the rain

Gazes of marvel follow

Your fleeting shadow

Hunted by the best ones

On barren lands you sleep

Gunshots in the distance

Then ride into the sunset

Ride!

Jesse James