text: Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
  He robbed the Glendale train
  He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
  Hed a hand and a heart and a brain
  Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
  I wonder how he feel
  For he ate of Jesses bread and he slept in Jesses bed
  Then 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
  He laid poor Jesse in his grave
  Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
  Hed never rob a mother or a child
  There never was a man with the law in his hand
  That could take Jesse James alive
  It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright
  They robbed the Glendale train
  And people they did say over many miles away
  It was those outlaws, theyre 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
  He laid poor Jesse in his grave
  Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesses death
  And wondered how he ever came to fall
  Robert Ford,It was a fact,He shot Jesse in the back
  While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
  Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast
  The devil will be 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
  He laid poor Jesse in his grave