Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man. <br />He robbed the Glendale train. <br />He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor, <br />He’d a hand and a heart and a brain. <br /> <br />Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life, <br />Three children, they were brave, <br />But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard, <br />Has laid Jesse James in his grave. <br /> <br />It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward, <br />I wonder how he does feel, <br />For he ate of Jesse’s bread and he slept in Jesse’s bed, <br />Then he laid Jesse James in his grave. <br /> <br />Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor, <br />He’d never see a man suffer pain, <br />And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank, <br />And stopped the Glendale train. <br /> <br />It was on a Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright, <br />He stopped the Glendale train, <br />And the people all did say for many miles away, <br />It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James. <br /> <br />It was on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home, <br />Talking to his family brave, <br />Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night, <br />And laid Jesse James in his grave. <br /> <br />The people held their breath when they heard of Jesse’s death, <br />And wondered how he ever came to die, <br />It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford, <br />That shot Jesse James on the sly. <br /> <br />Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast, <br />The devil will be upon his knee, <br />He was born one day in the county of Clay <br />And he came from a solitary race. <br /> <br />This song was made by Billy Gashade, <br />As soon as the news did arrive, <br />He said there was no man with the law in his hand <br />Could take Jesse James when alive.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesse-james/
