When Shrimper Sam with a snorkle eye
Leaped naked from the sea.
His fillet knife was in his hand.
He jumped aboard the train.
“Give up your bucks, you tourist schmucks.
I’m Key West Jesse James.
I’m Key West Jesse James, boy…
Key West Jesse James…
Case you didn’t hear me the first three times…
I’m Key West Jesse James.”
Sat Kelso Bolls from Muscle Shoals,
An American Legioneer.
He was a redneck of respect
And a marksman of reknown.
From under his fat
He drew a Gat,
And shot the shrimper down.
Now the first time that he shot poor Sam,
Sam groaned and clutched his side.
The second time that he shot poor Sam,
Sam fell to his knees and cried.
And the third time that he shot poor Sam,
You could see in both their eyes
Lash LaRue and Randolph Scott
Beneath the Western skies.
And we lifted up his head.
We listened close to hear the words
The dying shrimper said.
He said, “Boys, you know I had my chance
But I went and botched the job,
But how can a boy named Jesse James
Without a train to rob?”
And the tears streamed down his face.
He said, “Son, I know just how you feel.
This world’s a changin’ place”.
When history is written,
Uh… they won’t recall our names,
But I only got to play Pat Garrett
Cuz you played Jesse James.”