El Corrido De Jesse James - Ry Cooder/corridos Famosos

作词：Ry Cooder

作曲：Ry Cooder

Now the outlaw Jesse

James was up in heaven

With old friends around the

Kingdom throne

Boys I was branded

As a bandit and bank robber

But I never turned a family

from their home

Now we're sworn to pass

No judgements here in heaven

But there's goings on

A man can't stand no more

Now there's no open

carry up in heaven

But please give me back

my trusty ４４

Con permiso yo me

Voy to dear old Wall Street

My ４４ will do the talking

from now on

I'll cut you down to size

my banking brothers

Put that bonus money back

where it belongs

Now you picked the pockets

Of los pobrecitos

Spreading hardship

And trouble through the land

Sus sirvientes pago bien

para sus falsas

That's what Jesse James

Could never understand

Un minuto a rezar y un

segundo para morir

That's all you birds will

ever get from me

Now you lined your pockets

Well but I'll see you in hell

Quemando como dinero

for all eternity