by James Soule

Created on: June 29, 2009

Colt .45 on his hip

The damage it can do - 6 rounds no clip

Horse saddle and reins to steer

Look out bank, Jesse is here

Shattered glass bodies lying dead

Empty vault, too much blood shed.

Dust and hoof beats fill the air

Watch out train, Jesse is near

T-N-T blows up the tracks

Wheels screech to a halt, Jesse is here

Bodies lay spread, the wounded cower in fear

Poor army soldiers, No pay this year.

Colt .45 on his hip, Look out Jesse the coward is here

Pretend to be friend, in reality you're foe

Shot Jesse in the back, Stupid A-hole!

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