Jesse James
Traditional - also by Ry Cooder

Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich
And he gave to the poor
With a hand and a heart and a brain

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He couldn’t see a man in pain
And with his brother Frank
He robbed the Chicago bank
And stopped the Glendale train

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank
And carried the money from the town
It was in this very place
That they had a little race
For they shot Captain Sheets to the grounds

They went to a crossing, not very far from there
And there they did the same
With the agent on his knees
He delivered up the keys
To the outlaws Frank and Jesse James

It was on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave
Robert Ford came along
Like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave

It was Robert Ford , that dirty little coward
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse’s bread
And he slept in Jesse’s bed
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

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