James and the Cold Gun

James, come on home You've been gone too long baby We can't let our hero die alone We miss you day and night You left town to live by the rifle You left us to fight But it just ain't right to take away the light Remember Genie, from the casino She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back Till they get out of hand And wish they were dead They're only lonely for the life they led With their old friend Oh James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun? Where lies your heart? It's not there in the buckskin baby It's not there in the gin that makes you laugh long and loud You're a coward James You're running away from humanity You're running out on reality It won't be funny when they Rat-a-tat you down Remember Genie, from the casino She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back Till they get out of hand And wish they were dead They're only lonely for the life they led With their old friend Oh James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun? --- James and the Cold Gun - Kate Bush