Jesse James Bolero

Jesse was a renegade, danced to his own drum Growin' wise could wait till tomorrow Took to a road signposted sorrow Jesse was a hooligan, jumped right off the rail There in the cards there in the tarot Born to despise the straight and the narrow Jesse was a connoisseur, home cookin' tasted stale Jesse James Bolero is a dance upon the run Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son Jesse James is waiting for the cheap music to stop Don't goodbye deserve some bach not barbershop ? Jesse didn't hear the drum suddenly lose time All his plans crafted, clever Fated unborn, unfinished forever Jesse didn't hear the drum stop outside his door In his dreams destiny towered In the cold light of day it came as a coward Jesse didn't hear the drum at the age of thirty four Jesse James Bolero is a dance upon the run Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son Jesse James is waiting for the cheap music to stop Don't goodbye deserve some bach not barbershop ? Jesse James Bolero is a dance upon the run Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son Jesse James is waiting for the cheap music to stop Don't goodbye deserve some bach not barbershop ?