El Corrido de Jesse James

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

Ry Cooder vocals, banjo, sexto, bass

Joachim Cooder drums

Flaco Jiminez accordion

Arturo Gillardo clarinet

Erasto Robles trombone

Carlos Gonzales trumpet

Pablo Molina sousaphone, alto horn

Edgar Castro percussion