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  • Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
    He robbed the Glendale train
    He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
    He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
    Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
    I wonder now how he feels
    For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
    And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
    Three children now they were brave
    Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    He laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Now Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
    He'd never rob a mother or a child
    There never was a man with the law in his hand
    That could take Jesse James when alive
    It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright
    They robbed the Glendale train
    And people they did say o'er many miles away
    It was those outlaws, thery're Frank and Jesse James
    Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
    Three children now they were brave
    Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    He laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
    They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
    Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back
    While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
    Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast
    The devil upon his knee
    He was born one day in the County Clay
    And he came from a solitary race
    Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
    Three children now they were brave
    Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    He laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Woah!
    Come on boys!
  • Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
    He robbed the Glendale train
    He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
    He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
    Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
    I wonder now how he feels
    For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
    And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
    Three children now they were brave
    Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    He laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Now Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
    He'd never rob a mother or a child
    There never was a man with the law in his hand
    That could take Jesse James when alive
    It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright
    They robbed the Glendale train
    And people they did say o'er many miles away
    It was those outlaws, thery're Frank and Jesse James
    Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
    Three children now they were brave
    Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    He laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
    They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
    Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back
    While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
    Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast
    The devil upon his knee
    He was born one day in the County Clay
    And he came from a solitary race
    Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
    Three children now they were brave
    Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
    He laid poor Jesse in his grave
    Woah!
    Come on boys!