Jesse James

Frank and Jesse James

Were products of their environment

They were sent out into the woods

By their parents to forage for berries

Truffles rutabagas and roots of all sorts

Put yourself in their place

You'd been mean too

When Jesse James was a lad he killed many a man

He robbed the glendale train

And the people they did say for many miles away

It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life

Three children they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave

It was on a Saturday night

If I remember right when they robbed that glendale train

It was one of the younger boys

Who gathered in the spoils

And he carried Jesse's monies away

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life

Three children they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave

He was standin' on a chair just a dustin' pictures there

He thought he heard a noise

When he turned his head around

Why that bullet smacked him down

And it laid poor Jesse on the floor

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life

Three children they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse robbed from the poor and he gave to the rich

He never did a friendly thing

And when his best friend died

He was right there by her side and he lifted off

Her golden wedding ring

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life

Three children they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave