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Jesse James we understand |
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Has killed many a man |
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He robbed the Union trains |
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He stole from the rich |
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and gave to the poor |
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He'd a hand and a heart |
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and a brain |
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Well it was on Saturday night |
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The stars were shining bright |
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They robbed the Glendale train |
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And the people they did say |
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for many miles away |
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It was those outlays |
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Frank and Jesse James |
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Now Jesse had a wife |
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Lived a lady all her life |
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And children they were brave |
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But history does record |
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That Bob and Charlie Ford |
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Have laid poor Jesse in his grave |
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Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford |
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Those dirty little cowards |
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I wonder how they feel |
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For they ate of Jesse's bread |
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and they slept in Jesse's bed |
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And they laid poor Jesse in his grave |
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Now Jesse had a wife |
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Lived a lady all her life |
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And children they were brave |
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But history does record |
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That Bob and Charlie Ford |
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Have laid poor Jesse in his grave |
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Well the people held their breath |
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When they heard of Jesse's death |
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They wondered how he came to fall |
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Well it was Robert Ford in fact |
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who shot him in the back |
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While he hung a picture on the wall |
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These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert. |
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[Jesse James] |
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Jesse James was a boy |
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who killed many a man |
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He robbed the Glendale train; |
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He stole from the rich |
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and he gave to the poor |
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He'd a hand and a heart and a brain. Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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It was Robert Ford, |
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that dirty little coward; |
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I wonder how he does feel |
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For he ate of Jesse's bread |
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and he slept in Jesse's bed |
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Then laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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Jesse was a man, |
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a friend to the poor |
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He never would see a man suffer pain, |
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And with his brother Frank |
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he robbed the Chicago bank, |
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And stopped the Glendale train. |
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Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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lt was his brother Frank |
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that robbed the Gallatin bank, |
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And carried the money from the town; |
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lt was in this very place |
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that they had a little race, |
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For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground. |
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Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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They went to the crossing |
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not very far from there, |
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And there they did the same; |
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With the agent on his knees, |
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he delivered up the keys |
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To the outlaws, |
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Frank and Jesse James. |
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Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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It was on Saturday night, |
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Jesse was at home |
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Talking with his family brave, |
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Robert Ford came along |
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like a thief in the night |
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And laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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The people held their breath |
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when they heard of Jesse's death |
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And wondered how he ever came to die. |
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It was one of the gang |
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called little Robert Ford |
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He shot poor Jesse on the sly. |
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Poor Jesse had a wife |
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to mourn for his life, |
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Three children, |
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they were brave; |
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But that dirty little coward |
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that shot Mr. Howard |
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave. |
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As soon as the news did arrive; |
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He said there was no man |
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with the law in his hand |
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Who could take Jesse James when alive. |
