It's a long way to travel when you've got nowhere to go When you have no one to turn to and no place to call your own When you read of all the outlaws and you see ol' Jesse James If you'll look right there below him Well I'm sure you'll see my name Always ran from my friends Upon no one I could depend All I had was what was mine And all I saw was more to find My intentions were always well Never wanted to be in jail But somehow I ended up here When my love began to fail It was 1895 in a cell I took my time And to fear I was a slave Led me to a lonely bay