Jesse James
BJesse James was a man, the Efinest in the land
BHe robbed the Glendale trF#ain
BHe stole from the rich and Egave to the poor
BHe had a heF#art, a soul and a brBain
It was on a Friday night the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And people all did say, from many miles away
It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James
EJesse had a wife who mourned for his lBife
Three children, they were brF#ave
BThat dirty little coward who shEot Mr. Howard
Has lBaid Jesse JaF#mes in his grBave
It was Robert Ford that dirty little coward
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread and slept in Jesse's bed
and he laid Jesse James in his grave
He was standing on a chair just dustin' a picture there
Thought that he heard a noise
He turned his head around and the bullet smashed him down
and they laid poor Jesse on the floor
People held their breath
when they heard about his death
wondered how he ever came to fall
It was Robert Ford, that little coward,
shot Jesse while he hung a picture on the wall