Jamie rides in high boots Braves the bank and wades in the river Holds his gun above the water And crosses to the shore
Now, the Christian Army awaits you And Jessie's still waiting to date you Those phantoms fly in strict formation Over the hills of St George
Now the rebel life is lonely Oh but the mountains are soft with freedom To be free is to be lonely Oh, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Jamie rides down a broken highway The heat of the sun tends to bring him down His field's full of crazy visions Of Needles and white women in evening gowns
And he hears Jessie calling to him in the hills Oh, she calls to him from the clouds And the men are working in the fields Oh, listen to 'em work Ah, busting rocks Ah, busting those rocks
Jamie rides in high boots Braves the bank and wades in the river Holds his gun above the water And crosses to the shore
Now, the Christian Army awaits you and Jessie's still waiting to date you Those phantoms fly in strict formation over the hills of St George
Those phantoms still fly in strict formation Over the hills of St. George Those fighters fly in strict formation Over the hills of St. George But he hears Jessie calling him home He hears Jessie calling him home And he hears the prisoners working in the field Sees the chain gang busting rocks And Jessie's calling him home
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