Jesse James lyrics

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