Jesse James

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 on Jesse's bed
 And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
 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
 Well 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
 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
 It was on a Saturday night
 When the moon was shining bright
 They robbed the Glendale train
 And people they did say
 O'er many miles away
 It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James
 Well Jesse had a wife
 To mourn for his life
 Three children now
 They were brave
 But 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's a fact
 He shot Jesse in the back
 While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
 Jesse went to rest
 With his head 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