Текст песни James and the Cold Gun - 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 
                                                awaiting 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                big 
                                                brass 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                boys 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                gang 
                                                are 
                                                knocking 
                                                whiskey 
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                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-tat 
                                                you 
                                                down!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                Genie 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                casino?
 
                                    
                                
                                                She's 
                                                still 
                                                awaiting 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                big 
                                                brass 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                boys 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                gang 
                                                are 
                                                knocking 
                                                whiskey 
                                                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?
 
                                    
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