[00:00.000] 作词 : Kate Bush
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kate Bush
[00:15.969]James, come on home
[00:22.953]You've been gone too long, baby
[00:26.708]We can't let our hero
[00:29.553]Die alone
[00:31.416]We miss you day and night
[00:37.429]You left town to live by the rifle
[00:40.874]You left us to fight,
[00:43.584]But it just ain't right to take away the light
[00:48.208]Remember Genie from the casino?
[00:51.536]She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed
[00:55.107]The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
[00:58.640]'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead
[01:02.552]They're only lonely for the life that they led with their old friend
[01:06.077]Ooh-wahoo-ooh-ooh
[01:09.293]Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
[01:31.725]Where lies your heart?
[01:38.434]It's not there in the buckskin, baby
[01:41.901]It's not there in the gin
[01:44.021]That makes you laugh long and loud.
[01:48.393]You're a coward, James
[01:52.997]You're running away from humanity
[01:56.349]You're running away from reality
[02:00.005]It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down
[02:03.613]Remember Genie from the casino?
[02:06.917]She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed
[02:10.509]The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
[02:13.972]'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead
[02:17.669]They're only lonely for the life that they led with their old friend
[02:20.989]Ooh-wahoo-ooh-ooh
[02:24.757]Ooh, James, are you selling your soul,
[02:41.190]... to a cold gun?

作词 : Kate Bush
作曲 : Kate Bush
James, come on home
You've been gone too long, baby
We can't let our hero
Die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
You left us to fight,
But it just ain't right to take away the light
Remember Genie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led with their old friend
Ooh-wahoo-ooh-ooh
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin, baby
It's not there in the gin
That makes you laugh long and loud.
You're a coward, James
You're running away from humanity
You're running away from reality
It won't be funny when they rat-a-tat-tat you down
Remember Genie from the casino?
She's still a-waiting in that big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back,
'Til they get out of hand and wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led with their old friend
Ooh-wahoo-ooh-ooh
Ooh, James, are you selling your soul,
... to a cold gun?