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The Ballad of Jesse James (Album Version) - Michael Martin Murphey
Jesse james was a lad
That killed many a man
He robbed 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
Now Jesse was a man a friend to the poor
He never see a man suffer pain
And with his brother frank he robbed the Chicago bank
He stopped the glendale train
It was Wednesday night the moon was shining bright
They robbed glendale train
The people they did say for many mile away
It was Robbed by Frank and Jesse James
It was with 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
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
Saturday in 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
Slept in Jesse's bed
And laid poor Jesse in his grave
And the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
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 his hand on his breast
And the devil will soul be on his knee
No once more
He was born one day in the county of clay
And came from a solitary race
This song was made by billy gashade
As soon as the news did arrive
Said there was no man with the law in his hand
Could take Jesse James while alive
Jesse james was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed danville train
But that dirt little coward who shot Mr Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
In his grave
