I Rode With Jesse James

Yeah I rode with Jesse James and trouble is my name
I'm good with my fists but I'm better with a gun and a knife
I fought in the civil war and you know I wanted more
Killin's in my blood and in my soul
I was raised on a farm till my pa got shot
By three bad men and what they did to my ma
I was hiding in a ditch but I swore that one day
I would hunt them down an' I would make them pay
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
Yeah I practiced with a gun and learned to cut a knife
I worked at odd jobs as I traveled through the miles and the years
Till a rainy day in Dodge
Three men were playing cards
In the saloon just when I walked in
I yelled for them to draw and I shot two down
But the third ran out the door he didn't get far
And the law come after me put a price on my head
They don't understand it was just revenge
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
Yeah I wore a uniform went fighting in the war
With a dead man's name and the cannonballs and muskets and the flames
The bloody wounds and the pain well they made me half insane
Wish I could go back to younger days
After the war I rode with the Brothers James
Robbin' banks at gunpoint till we parted ways
Now I'm feeling old and tired my life is wasted time
I think of the farm and I start to cry
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man