It's Pretty Hard To Beat The King

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten "baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going far baby baby, come on I'm begging you, please, I'm not the one in chains" "they call me Jesse James and I own the night life I drift from town to town across the nation praise the lord lock and load boys we go down we go down we go down together" your gun's firing blanks no way out go thell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten hell's on its way no one's gonna stop it I wear the suit no one's gonna top me