Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a manHe robbed the Glendale trainHe stole from the rich and he gave to the poorHe'd a hand and a heart and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little cowardI wonder now how he feelsFor he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bedAnd he laid poor Jesse in his grave
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThree children now they were braveWell that dirty little coward that shot Mr. HowardHe laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now Jesse was a man, a friend to the poorHe'd never rob a mother or a childThere never was a man with the law in his handThat could take Jesse James when alive
It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining brightThey robbed the Glendale trainAnd people they did say o'er many miles awayIt was those outlaws, thery're Frank and Jesse James
Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThree children now they were braveWell that dirty little coward that shot Mr. HowardHe laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's deathThey wondered how he'd ever come to fallRobert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the backWhile Jesse hung a picture on the wall
Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breastThe devil upon his kneeHe was born one day in the County ClayAnd he came from a solitary race
Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThree children now they were braveWell that dirty little coward that shot Mr. HowardHe laid poor Jesse in his grave