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 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
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave


Well now 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

It was on a Saturday night

Yeah the moon was
shinin' bright
They robbed

the Glendale train
And the people they did say
o'er many miles away

It was those outlaws yeah Frank
and Jesse James


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

And 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 was a fact

He shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture
on a wall


Now Jesse went to rest with
his hand 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

And he laid poor Jesse in his grave