Jesse James

Jesse James was a lad He killed many a man Robbed the Glendale train But that dirty little coward Who shot Mr. Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children – they were brave But that dirty little coward Who shot Mr. Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave He was standin’ on a chair Just a-dustin’ a picture there Thought that he heard a noise Well he turned his head around boys A bullet smashed him down And they laid poor Jesse on the floor Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children – they were brave But that dirty little coward Who shot Mr. Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave Well the people held their breath When they heard of Jesse’s death Wondered how he’d come to die Of help for the big reward Little Bobby Ford Had shot Jesse James on the sly Well it’s goodbye Jesse, farewell Jesse Goodbye Jesse James For that dirty little guy Who shot you on the sly Has laid poor Jesse down to die Well Jesse went to his rest With his hand on his breast The devil will be upon his knees He was born one day in the County of Clay And came from a solitary race It’s goodbye Jesse, farewell Jesse Goodbye Jesse James For that dirty little guy Who nailed you on the sly Has laid poor Jesse down to die This song was made by Billy Guy Shade Soon as the news did arrive He said there weren’t no man Who lowering his right hand Could take Jesse James while alive Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children – they were brave But that dirty little coward Who shot Mr. Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave