Jesse James Traditional - also by Ry Cooder Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich And he gave to the poor With a hand and a heart and a brain Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children, they were brave But that dirty little coward That shot Mister Howard Has laid poor Jesse in his grave Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor He couldn’t see a man in 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 grounds They went to a 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 a 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 does feel For he ate of Jesse’s bread And he slept in Jesse’s bed And he laid poor Jesse in his grave   alles-uke.de