Now 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 turned a family from their home

Now we're sworn to pass

No judgements here in heaven

But there's goings on

A man can't stand no more

Now 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

Now you picked the pockets

Of los pobrecitos

Spreading hardship

And trouble through the land

Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus falsas

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

Now you lined your pockets

Well but I'll see you in hell

Quemando como dinero for all eternity