Jesse was a renegade danced to his own drum. Growin' wise could wait 'til tomorrow. Took to a road signposted sorrow. Jesse was a hooligan jumped right off the rail. There in the cards there in the tarot. Born to despise the straight and the narrow. Jesse was a connoisseur. Home cookin' tasted stale. Jesse James bolero is a dance upon the run. Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son. Jesse James is waiting. For the cheap music to stop. Don't goodbye deserve some Bach not barbershop ?. Jesse didn't hear the drum suddenly lose time. All his plans crafted clever. Fated unborn - Unfinished forever. Jesse didn't hear the drum stop outside his door. In his dreams destiny towered. In the cold light of day it came as a coward. Jesse didn't hear the drum. At the age of thirty-four. Jesse James bolero is a dance upon the run. Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son. Jesse James is waiting. For the cheap music to stop. Don't goodbye deserve some Bach not barbershop ?. Jesse James bolero is a dance upon the run. Every step proclaims that he's a wayward son. Jesse James is waiting. For the cheap music to stop. Don't goodbye deserve some Bach not barbershop ?.