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I don't hang around town I never keep my landing gear down I love a good motel and the burnin smell of wheels on ground I don't go where I go just cause theres money on the road It's a ramblin way just to see the day as it was long ago Chorus: I got holes in the soles of my red wing boots A long way to go before the day is through My back to the wind, scruff on my chin My hat pulled down low And I got 300 horses beneath my hood More stars at night than in Hollywood The road lets me be a hawk on the breeze It just goes on and on Like an outlaw on the run, My guitar for a gun If he was only here today What would Jesse James say? Ive seen little cafes blown through towns with no names I've put gas in my truck with the last couple bucks from a jar on the stage there a girl that I need but she probably gonna leave Songtexteoh but shes not to blame any girl do the same with a drifter like me Repeat Chorus Runnin' hard beneath big black sky theres no one else in the desert tonight I got the fever runnin through my viens I wonder if he felt the same Repeat Chorus What would Jesse James Say? Aus Songtexte Mania