Kate Bush:James and the Cold Gun

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“James and the Cold Gun”
Artist: Kate Bush
Albums: The Kick Inside (1978)
On Stage (1979)
Live At Hammersmith Odeon (1981)
This Woman's Work Volume Two (1990)
Composers: Kate Bush
Lyricists: Kate Bush

Studio Version

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 Jeannie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky 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, woo-ooh, woo-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 away from reality
It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down

Remember Jeannie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky 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, woo-ooh, woo-ooh, James, are you selling your soul
oh oh oh ooh to a cold gun?


Live version

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 Jeannie
In the casino?
She's still a-waiting in the big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky 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 woo-hoo ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo woo-ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo
James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Selling your soul to a
Ooh woo-hoo ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo woo-ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo
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 Jeannie
From the casino?
She's still a-waiting in the big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky 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 woo-hoo ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo woo-ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo
James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun
Selling your soul to a
Ooh woo-hoo ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo woo-ooh
Ooh oh-ooh-hoo
James, are you selling your soul
Ooh hoo hoo hoo
Ooh hoo hoo hoo
To a cold
Gun?