Jesse James
Jesse James was a man, who rambled through the land
He robbed many bank and train
He was leader of a band, a bold and wicked band
Many are the people that were slain
Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
Jesse was an expert shot, his bullets found the spot,
his aim was deadly and true!
With his pistol by his side, well he wandered far and wide
as many robber men do!
Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
Jesse James had a wife, who mourned all her life
because of Jesse's wicked ways
but she couldn't stay his hand, and stop the robber band
her grief made her old and grey
But his end came at last, from a bullet quick and fast
from a commrad he trusted in his band
and the debt he paid was just,
when they laid him in the dust
he had been such a para in the land
Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
He robbed many bank and train
He was leader of a band, a bold and wicked band
Many are the people that were slain
Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
Jesse was an expert shot, his bullets found the spot,
his aim was deadly and true!
With his pistol by his side, well he wandered far and wide
as many robber men do!
Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
Jesse James had a wife, who mourned all her life
because of Jesse's wicked ways
but she couldn't stay his hand, and stop the robber band
her grief made her old and grey
But his end came at last, from a bullet quick and fast
from a commrad he trusted in his band
and the debt he paid was just,
when they laid him in the dust
he had been such a para in the land
Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James!
'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave!
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!
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Writer(s): Louis M. Jones
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