Letra de 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 homeNow 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 44Con 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 belongsNow you picked the pockets of los pobrecitosSpreading hardship and trouble through the land Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus falsas That's what Jesse James could never understandUn 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 eternityRy 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