CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Jesus Christ & Jessie James
Will you come and listen to the story going round
How our Lord and Jesse James rode into Belfast Town
They stopped for a drink they stopped for a meal
Drinking whiskey, drinking wine they were feeling mighty fine
As they rode into Belfast through the hills of Ligoniel
Not a word was spoken as they travelled on their way
Until the came to the Falls and Jesse he did say
God I haven't felt so good since I robbed the Glendale train
Our Lord hе raised his head turned to Jеsse and he said
I never thought I'd see the likes of Calvary again
They rode past the burnt out motorcars and the tangle of barbed wire
In a city built upon a swamp and baptised by fire
Our Lord was going to bless the place but a bullet pierced his hand
As the blood cam trickling down turned to Jesse with a frown
Looks like the old stigmata is infectious in this land
Our lord was riding a donkey; Jesse James was riding a mare
And they rode past the army tanks and never showed a care
Jesse on his fiddle played the victory at the Boyne
Jesus put his guitar down turned to Jesse with a frown
I don't think you should play that tune when we're passing through Ardoyne
On the top of Divis Mountain there stands a lonely tree
And children passing by there they stop and bend a knee
And men with hidden guns they make a silent vow
That the riots will stop the day the soldiers go away
Leave our Lord on Calvary and Jesse hanging from the bough
How our Lord and Jesse James rode into Belfast Town
They stopped for a drink they stopped for a meal
Drinking whiskey, drinking wine they were feeling mighty fine
As they rode into Belfast through the hills of Ligoniel
Not a word was spoken as they travelled on their way
Until the came to the Falls and Jesse he did say
God I haven't felt so good since I robbed the Glendale train
Our Lord hе raised his head turned to Jеsse and he said
I never thought I'd see the likes of Calvary again
They rode past the burnt out motorcars and the tangle of barbed wire
In a city built upon a swamp and baptised by fire
Our Lord was going to bless the place but a bullet pierced his hand
As the blood cam trickling down turned to Jesse with a frown
Looks like the old stigmata is infectious in this land
Our lord was riding a donkey; Jesse James was riding a mare
And they rode past the army tanks and never showed a care
Jesse on his fiddle played the victory at the Boyne
Jesus put his guitar down turned to Jesse with a frown
I don't think you should play that tune when we're passing through Ardoyne
On the top of Divis Mountain there stands a lonely tree
And children passing by there they stop and bend a knee
And men with hidden guns they make a silent vow
That the riots will stop the day the soldiers go away
Leave our Lord on Calvary and Jesse hanging from the bough
