Jesse James

Jasse 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 heart and a brain

Well it was Robert Ford

That dirty little coward

I eonder 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

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 qas a man with the law in his hand

That could take Jesse James when alive

It was on a Saturday night

Well the moon was shining bright

They robbed the Gelendale train

And pelople they did say oér 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 Jasse in his grave

Now the people held their breath

When they heard of Jesse´s death

They wondered how he´d ever como to fall

Robert Ford it was 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 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 at Mr. Howard

He laid poor Jesse in his grave