Jesse James
EbJesse James was a man, the G#finest in the land
EbHe robbed the Glendale trBbain
EbHe stole from the rich and G#gave to the poor
EbHe had a heBbart, a soul and a brEbain
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
G#Jesse had a wife who mourned for his lEbife
Three children, they were brBbave
EbThat dirty little coward who shG#ot Mr. Howard
Has lEbaid Jesse JaBbmes in his grEbave
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