Bruce Springsteen - Jesse James lyrics

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 Well it was Robert Ford That dirty little coward I wonder now how he feels For he ate of Jesse's bread And he slept in Jesse's bed And he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard And he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well now Jesse was a man A friend to the poor He'd never rob a mother or a child There never was a man with the law in his hand That could take Jesse James when alive It was on a Saturday night Yeah the moon was shinin' bright They robbed the Glendale train And the people they did say o'er many miles away It was those outlaws yeah Frank and Jesse James Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard And he laid poor Jesse in his grave Now the people held their breath When they heard of Jesse's d**h They wondered how he'd ever come to fall Robert Ford it was a fact He shot Jesse in the back While Jesse hung a picture on a wall Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast The devil upon his knee he was born one day in the County Clay And he came from a solitary race Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little coward That shot Mr. Howard And he laid poor Jesse in his grave