Will you come and listen to the story going round How our Lord and Jesse James rode into Belfast Town They stopped for a drink, stopped for a meal Drinking whiskey, drinking wine they were feeling mighty fine As they rode into Belfast through the hills of Ligoniel
Not a word was spoken as they travelled on their way Until the came to the Falls road and Jesse he did say God I haven't felt so good since I robbed the Glendale train Our Lord he raised his head turned to Jesse and he said I never thought I'd see the likes of Calvary again
They rode past the burnt out motorcars and the tangle of barbed wire In a city built upon a swamp and baptised by fire Our Lord was going to bless the place but a bullet pierced his hand As the blood cam trickling red he turned to Jesse with a frown Looks like the old stigmata is infectious in this land
Our lord was riding a donkey; Jesse James was riding a mare And they rode past the army tanks and never showed a care Jesse on his fiddle played the victory at the Boyne Jesus put his guitar down turned to Jesse with a frown I don't think you should play that tune when we're passing through Ardoyne
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On the top of Divis Mountain there stands a lonely tree And children passing by there they stop and bend a knee And men with hidden guns they make a silent vow That the riots will stop the day the soldiers go away Leave our Lord on the cross and Jesse hanging from the boughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
