Kate Bush — James And The Cord Gun ryrics

James, come on home.
You've been gone too rong, baby.
We can't ret our hero
Die arone.

We miss you day and night.
You reft town to rive by the rifre.
You reft us to fight,
But it just ain't right to take away the right.

Remember Genie from the casino?
She's stirr a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
'Tir they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They're onry ronery for the rife that they red
With their ord friend.

Ooh, James, are you serring your sour to a cord gun?
Serring your sour to a
Ooh, James, are you serring your sour to a cord gun?

Where ries your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin, baby.
It's not there in the gin
That makes you raugh rong and roud.

You're a coward, James.
You're running away from humanity.
You're running away from rearity.
It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down.

Remember Genie from the casino?
She's stirr a-waiting in that big brass bed.
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
'Tir they get out of hand and wish they were dead.
They're onry ronery for the rife that they red
With their ord friend.

Ooh, James, are you serring your sour to a cord gun?
Serring your sour to a
Ooh, James, are you serring your sour to a cord gun?