Jesse James

Jesse James was a man, who rambled through the land
 He robbed many bank and train
 He was leader of a band, a bold and wicked band
 Many are the people that were slain
 Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
 'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
 As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
 And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
 Jesse was an expert shot, his bullets found the spot,
 his aim was deadly and true!
 With his pistol by his side, well he wandered far and wide
 as many robber men do!
 Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
 'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
 As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
 And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
 Jesse James had a wife, who mourned all her life
 because of Jesse's wicked ways
 but she couldn't stay his hand, and stop the robber band
 her grief made her old and grey
 But his end came at last, from a bullet quick and fast
 from a commrad he trusted in his band
 and the debt he paid was just,
 when they laid him in the dust
 he had been such a para in the land
 Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
 'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
 As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
 And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!