Jesse James - Jackson C. Frank

Jesse James was a lad

He killed many a man

Robbed the Glendale train

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three children — they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

He was standin' on a chair

Just a-dustin' a picture there

Thought that he heard a noise

Well he turned his head around boys

A bullet smashed him down

And they laid poor Jesse on the floor

Well Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three children — they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well the people held their breath

When they heard of Jesse’s death

Wondered how he’d come to die

Of help for the big reward

Little Bobby Ford

Had shot Jesse James on the sly

Well it’s goodbye Jesse, farewell Jesse

Goodbye Jesse James

For that dirty little guy

Who shot you on the sly

Has laid poor Jesse down to die

Well Jesse went to his rest

With his hand on his breast

The devil will be upon his knees

He was born one day in the County of Clay

And came from a solitary race

It’s goodbye Jesse, farewell Jesse

Goodbye Jesse James

For that dirty little guy

Who nailed you on the sly

Has laid poor Jesse down to die

This song was made by Billy Guy Shade

Soon as the news did arrive

He said there weren’t no man

Who lowering his right hand

Could take Jesse James while alive

Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three children — they were brave

But that dirty little coward

Who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave