Jesse James was a lad that k**ed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his
Three children, they were brave
But the dirty little coward
That shot Mister Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave
It was on a 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
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his
Three children, they were brave
But the dirty little coward
That shot Mister Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave
It was on a Saturday night, Jesse was at home
Talking to his family brave
Along came Robert Ford like a thief in the night
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his
Three children, they were brave
But the dirty little coward
That shot Mister Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave
All the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's d**h
And wondered how he ever came to die
It was one of his gang, called little Robert Ford
He shot poor Jesse on the sly
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his
Three children, they were brave
But the dirty little coward
That shot Mister Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave