I dreamt I was in heaven
Among the angel's gold
Feeded by a pleasant hand
That dealt the playing cards

No sorts of bones, whatever
Creeping on the ground
'Cause bonds of faith may always sever
But my gun is still around

Now I just found a game
Like a mortal upper story
Play the final showdown scene
Till you are gone to glory

Both friends and foes agree
Accused of breaking laws
There is no money in this secret box
The fodder to my purse

Maybe I am wrong
Maybe I am right
Maybe I'm not strong enough
Maybe I will die

Like a tawny snake in a torrid climb
The twilight till the dawn of time
Maybe I disclaim my honor
Maybe I will jumping down the running train

Jumping down the running train
Jumping down the running train

The ballad of Jesse James
There was a little lady
She was twined in golden hair
Don't want to take her to my heart

'Cause dollars doesn't smell
She felt down on her knees
I cant forget the sound
'Cause bonds of faith may always sever

But my gun is still around
From the deep ground of the ocean
To the top of mountains high
Where love threw up the sponge

Fear got the upper hand
An insidious bullet from behind
The coffin let me learn
There's no money in this secret box
Just fodder to the worms, maybe