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