Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad
That killed a many a man
Robbed that Danville train
And with his brother Frank
Held up that Gallatin Bank
Gives them outlaws Frank
and Jesse James
For Jesse had a wife
To mourn all her life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was on a Wednesday night,
that moon was shining bright
They robbed that Glendale train
And the people they did save,
were many miles
It's them outlaws,
Frank and Jesse James
Yes, Jesse had a wife
to mourn all her life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was on one Saturday night
that Jesse was at home,
talkin' to his family brave.
Robert Ford came along
like a thief in the night,
and laid poor Jesse in his grave.
For Jesse had a wife to mourn all his life,
three children they were brave.
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave
Yes, the people held their breath
when they heard of Jesse's death
Wondered how he ever came to die
It was one of the gang
called Little Robert Ford
Shot poor Jesse on the sly
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn all his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave
Jesse went to rest
with his hand on his breast
Devil will be upon his knee
He was born one day in the county of Clay,
Came from a solitary race.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn all his life,
Three children, they were brave.
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard,
Laid poor Jesse in his grave. you