Des barbelés sur la prairie

In the country the barbed wires
Where’s Jimmy headline, where’s Jimmy gone
Blooming instead of prairie flowers
Why’s Jimmy left, why’s Jimmy gone
His forty-four his boots and saddle
Wait six feets under, ahahah
In a narrow grave six by three
Poor Jimmy rests, poor Jimmy’s dead
Riding across desert lands
Poor jimmy someday met his fate
Shot somewhere in Texas sands
Now Jimmy it’s Jimmy late
Throughout the West his name was known
Jimmy dead was brought home, ahahah
Dead or alive the reward was high
Didn’t get the rope no no no
Wherever someone would fence a land
Jimmy would stand a gun in his hand
Never the prairie will belong to man
But the law said it will and Jimmy will be hanged
Long long ago a boy named Jimmy
Gave away his life for the sake of liberty
The fight is lost just look around
His bones are rust Jimmy’s dead and gone