Information
Album Name
The Kick Inside
Artist
Kate Bush
Genre
록/메탈
Release Date
1978.02.17
Release Agency
워너뮤직
Hangul

James And The Cold Gun - Kate Bush
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
You left us to fight
But it just ain't right to take away the light
Remember Genie, from the casino
She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
Till they get out of hand
And wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend
- 간 주 중 -
Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin baby
It's not there in the gin that makes you laugh long and loud
You're a coward James
You 're running away from humanity
You're running out on reality
It won't be funny when they
Rat-a-tat-tat you down
Remember Genie, from the casino
She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
Till they get out of hand
And wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend
Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun?

RomanizationJames And The Cold Gun - Kate Bush
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
You left us to fight
But it just ain't right to take away the light
Remember Genie, from the casino
She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
Till they get out of hand
And wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend
- gan ju jung -
Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun?
Where lies your heart?
It's not there in the buckskin baby
It's not there in the gin that makes you laugh long and loud
You're a coward James
You 're running away from humanity
You're running out on reality
It won't be funny when they
Rat-a-tat-tat you down
Remember Genie, from the casino
She's still a-waiting in her big brass bed
The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back
Till they get out of hand
And wish they were dead
They're only lonely for the life that they led
With their old friend
Ooh, James are you selling your soul to a cold gun?

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