There are lines on your face and your pockets are empty
You’re often let down and don’t think you can make it
But you’re beautiful the way you are
Don’t try to change it’s just the way you are

And it’s coming from below
Trembling the earth
Calling for your name
They’re calling for your name

Oh, Jamie, don’t go shooting guns like that
You’re sleeping on your clothes and listening to ballads
Oh, Jamie, don’t go shooting guns like this
You go and prove them wrong
You can do better than me