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When Jesse James was a lad

He killed many a man

And he roamed over the Scarsdale range

Robbin' from the rich

And givin' to the poor

He was dark and cold and full of rage

Oh yes he was, sing with me

Poor Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

And three children

They were oh so brave

But that dirty little coward

He went and shot Mr. Howard

Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah


It was on a Saturday night

When Jesse was at home

Talking to old railroad Jed

Along come Robert Ford

Like a theif in the night

And he shot poor Jesse in the back


Poor Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three children

They were oh so brave

But that dirty little coward

He went and shot Mr. Howard

Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah

He lays

Six feet under the ground