And that was a dark depressing time for him, you know He did had one visit with his mother I think During the time that he lived with me and she brought Him a huge box filled with gifts you know clothes and all Kinds of little goodies and stuff and it

But history does record That Bob and Charlie Ford Jesse James we understand Has killed him many a man He robbed the Union trains Have laid Jesse James in his grave It was on a Saturday night The stars were shining bright When they robbed that Union train

All, all we, all, all, always never tell her It's the same old story in this tug of war We go back and forth, we go back and forth But it ain't good for me, what we do this for? We go back and forth, walk through this road Oh, whoa (we go back and forth,

I'm bad at love (ooh-ooh) But you can't blame me for tryin' You know I'd be lyin' sayin' You were the one (ooh-ooh) That could finally fix me Lookin' at my history Each time the feeling fades I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe Look, I don't mean

You and me got a whole lot of history We could be the greatest thing that the world has ever seen So don't let it go, we can make some more, we can live forever Thought we were going strong Thought we were holding on This is not the end So don't let me

And how long will we fall for this? We storm the gates Raise the flags Just the same old story We seize the throne, subjugate We should have burned it to the ground Some might say we've lost our way But I believe we've not gone far enough

This world was made for all men We pledge allegiance All our lives To the magic colors Red, blue and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will repeat again

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes I was too busy watching you Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Running for it Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell

Come on baby Are you ready for the tweekend Forget about rehab The drugs are so advanced Its a mother fucking method It dont stop Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubled history Tommy seemed to know the difference

I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone When my story is over and my song is done All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets To most of these tricks I'm a mother