Lyrics
Young Jessie don’t know much but he’s learning fast
Ain’t seen a man take to it like young Jessie has
He’s a d*** fool killer and I’ve seen me some
He born of woman boys he’s a son of a gun
And I don’t think he even knows it
Walks around with a half a** grin
If he feels fear he don’t show it
Just rides into hell and back again
He’s got religion boys I ain’t heard him cuss
He don’t spit tobacco but he’s still one of us
He’s got the manner of a fine gential man
But he can load a colt faster than anyone can
I swear he’s shy and kind of quiet
Spending time on his own
He don’t drink he won’t try it
Just talks of mother heaven and home
He’s got a thrity six cross his belt boy
Carring a forty four forty carb bean
He’s got a twelve gauge at his side boys
Six gun shooting at seventeen
Back in centraila why he stole the show
He was knocking them over all in a row
Remember the time he wore a gown
Road in a w***e house shot some officers down
We don’t know why we’re fighting
For him revenge is all it means
At seventeen he’s a southern hero
But he’s the strangest kind of man I’ve ever seen