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Jesse James was a lad that killed a-many a man;

He robbed the Danville train.

But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,

Three children, they were brave.

But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard

Has 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,

Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,

He never would see a man suffer 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 ground.

They went to the 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 Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright,

They robbed the Glendale train;

The people they did say, for many miles away,

It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

It was on 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.

The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death,

And wondered how he ever came to die.

It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford,

He shot poor Jesse on the sly.

Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast;

The devil will be upon his knee.

He was born one day in the county of Clay

And came from a solitary race.

This song was made by Billy Gashade,

As soon as the news did arrive;

He said there was no man with the law in his hand

Who could take Jesse James when alive.