| C | |
| My Mama and my Daddy |
| G | |
| Told me that | love is a two way street. |
| C | G | C | |
| But, lately Baby you been finding | new ways of dragging your fe | et. |
| E | F | G | |
| So, | come on make your best shot, | you don't have to take the b | lame |
| C | |
| I'll be your Belle Starr |
| G | C | |
| You can be my Jesse J | ames. |
| Verse II: |
| C | |
| There's lonely people everywhere |
| G | |
| From Abilene to Arkan | sas |
| C | |
| The | way they run for cover |
| G | C | |
| You'd think | love was against the l | aw. |
| E | |
| Well, | I don't need a pistol, baby |
| F | G | |
| You won't have to rob a | train |
| C | |
| You can be my Belle Starr |
| G | C | |
| I'll be your Jesse J | ames. |
| C | |
| Oh, oh |
| C | |
| Oh, oh |
| Bridge: |
| F | |
| I know you've done some hard time |
| Bb | F | C | |
| Baby, and you've | got your d | oubts |
| E | |
| When you feel surrounded |
| F | G | |
| And it's | looking like there's no way | out. |
| C | |
| I'll come riding to the rescue |
| G | C | |
| All you | gotta do is call my n | ame |
| C | |
| I'll be your Belle Starr |
| G | C | |
| You can be my Jesse J | ames. |
| C | |
| Oh, oh |
| C | |
| Oh, oh |
| Verse III: |
| C | |
| It don't take a genius, baby |
| G | |
| There ain't no big mystery |
| C | |
| You can play it safe |
| G | C | |
| And | still go down in | history |
| E | |
| So, | saddle up the horses |
| F | G | |
| Cause we're | headed to the Hall of | Fame |
| C | |
| I'll be your Belle Starr |
| G | C | |
| You can be my Jesse J | ames |
| C | |
| I'll be your Belle Starr |
| G | C | |
| You can be my Jesse J | ames |
| C | |
| Oh, oh |
| C | |
| Oh, oh |
| on out.... |