Got me a brand new hat today Long in the brim to keep my eyes hid away Get me some brand new shoes tomorrow Hard for the rhythm that I’m walking, brown for the dusty ground Made for the east by way of 10 Wave Oklahoma another goodbye again When I took off I was gone, gone like a turkey running through the corn Just like a chapter closed, hidden in the closet with the skeletons and the ghosts I’ll be going down the highway soon While I’m howling at the cajun moon Sound the bells, circle the wagons, and roll out your red rug If they ask you what to call my name I’m the devil or Jesse James Sound the bells, circle the wagons and roll out your red rug I’d rather meet a stranger than a friend If I ever had one, never could depend on anybody but myself to serve Used to get hunted by the coyote, used to shake my every nerve But all of the night terrors are through Got a cold, blank slate and another nine taboot Spent some down in Mexico, cross the river down Nuevo Laredo Maybe pick up to Guadalajara, maybe in a day or two, maybe tomorrow I’ll be going down the highway soon While I’m howling at the cajun moon Sound the bells, circle the wagons, and roll out your red rug If they ask you what to call my name I’m the devil or Jesse James Sound the bells, circle the wagons and roll out your red rug I’m a little Indian boy ain’t got no home On my way, on my way to pick up and move on my way to get up walking, move it on down the road Some call me a churchyard sinner, some call me a graveyard saint You can call me anything that you wanna, call me the devil or Jesse James
Written by: Cris Jacobs
Submitted by: blue_r on January 23, 2019
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