Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Danville train
But that dirt little coward who 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 the dirty little coward, who shot Mr. Howard
Has 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 Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
The people they did say, for many mile away
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James
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 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
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder how he did feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread, and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave
The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he 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 a 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 sing 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 while alive
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Danville train
But that dirt little coward who shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
He robbed the Danville train
But that dirt little coward who 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 the dirty little coward, who shot Mr. Howard
Has 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 Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
The people they did say, for many mile away
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James
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 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
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder how he did feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread, and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave
The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he 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 a 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 sing 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 while alive
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Danville train
But that dirt little coward who shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
more tracks from the album
From the albums
Michael Martin Murphey popular songs
- Maybe This Time
- Wildfire
- Red River Valley
- What’s Forever For
- Renegade
- Little Joe, the Wrangler
- When the Work’s All Done This Fall
- Riders in the Sky
- What Am I Doing Here
- From the Word Go
- Ring of Truth
- Children of the Wild World
- Roses and Thorns
- Let the Cowboy Dance
- Geronimo’s Cadillac
- Tying Knots in the Devil’s Tail
- Harbor For My Soul
- Running Shadow
- Cowboy Logic
- Hearts in the Right Place
- Calico Silver
- The Heart Knows the Truth
- Wild Bird
- Spanish is the Lovin’ Tongue