(These lyrics were originally from Andrew Marvick's
The Garden.)
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"James and the Cold Gun"
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Written by Kate Bush
- 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 that big brass bed.
- The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
- 'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
- They're only lonely for the life that they led
- With their old friend.
- Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
- Selling your soul to a
- Ooh, 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 away from reality.
- It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.
- Remember Genie from the casino?
- She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed.
- The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
- 'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
- They're only lonely for the life that they led
- With their old friend.
- Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
- Selling your soul to a
- Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
©1978 EMI/Kate Bush
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