Ry Cooder
Pull Up Some Dust and Sit Down

El Corrido de Jesse James

The outlaw Jesse James was up in heaven

With old friends around the kingdom throne

Boys I was branded as a bandit and bank robber

But I never tumed a family from their home

We're sworn to pass no judgments here in heaven

But there's goings on a man can't stand no more

There's no open carry up in heaven

But please give me back my trusty .44

Con permiso yo me voy to dear old Wall Street

My .44 will do the talking from now on

I'll cut you down to size my banking brothers

Put that bonus money back where it belongs

You picked the pockets of los pobrecitos

Spreading hardship and trouble through the land

Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus faIsas

That's what Jesse James could never understand

Un minuto a rezar y un segundo para morir

That's all you birds will ever get from me

You lined your pockets weil but ril see you all in heli

Quemando como dinero for all eternity

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