9/14/2001

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in a false front ghost town in the middle part of kansas, i spent a night as jesse james
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me and cole and a couple other youngers we’d just cleaned the muncie train
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and in the town the chinese hookers they didn’t make me pay, man i wish that i was jesse james

I was drinking in a poker place in Austin when in the door this cowboy came
he sat beside me and twice he looked me over he said to me you look like jesse james
and i have this thing for chinese hookers and i have half a gang, i told them all we’d ride with jesse james

he showed me the poster from the railroad and i must admit we looked the same
said there’s a train we might get to robbing & there’s a payroll on that train
and just then this chinese hooker walked up and said bang and i never thought i’d see that guy again — but it turns out…

Cole he spent the last of his stagecoach share on a bottle and a chinese whore
he and i woke up in the alley and we both wanted more
but in that town the chinese hookers cost 2 bucks a throw, so we headed out for cash with chancre sores

we met the gang on the southern end of muncie after bud agreed to play along

we pretended we all knew each other but we were acting all along
but i kept thinking bout those chinese hookers and riding for that train, feeling as alive as jesse james

We hit the train west of kansas city they said the biggest since 65
Fifty thousand and shitpile full of watches a bunch of rings and a german knife
bud knew a town with chinese hookers where he could buy a wife, and we rode off loaded and alive

there’s something bout the way the fellows treat you
when you’ve led them & you’ve won
& the fact that you met your reputation and your legend ain’t undone
and i knew when i was riding in i’d never be the same there i was as cool as jesse james — and then…

the first saloon that looked like what we wanted it was called the chinese whore
we tied our horses just outside the window and the miller boy kicked in the door
and then there came the chinese hookers and they knew my name, man it’s good to live like jesse james

the boys took off sometime in the morning maybe it was afternoon
i was upstairs singing asian love songs when the posse made the saloon
but i was with a chinese hooker blinded by my fame  run away my hero jesse james

I made it to missouri and cut off all my hair and soon enough it seemed i’d got away
that one job made all that i needed i never worked another day
and only with the chinese hookers do I still play that game, how’d you like to ride with jesse james?