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 tuned 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