Monday, September 26, 2016

The Ballad of Jesse James

The Ballad of Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man
He robbed the Danville train
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand, a heart, and a brain

(Poor ) Jesse had a wife, to mourn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He couldn't see a brother suffer pain
And with his brother Frank
he robbed the Springfield bank
And he stopped the Glendale train

It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he ate o' Jesse's bread
But he laid Jesse James in his grave
It was with his brother Frank that he robbed the Gallatin Bank
An' carried the money from the town
It was at that very place that they had a little chase
For they shot ol' Captain Sheets to the ground
They went to a crossing, not very far from there
And there they did the same
For the agent on his knees delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank an' Jesse James
It was on a Wednesday night, not a star was in sight
When they robbed the Glendale train
Those people, they did say for many miles away
It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James
It was on a Saturday night,
When Jesse was at home
Just talking with his family brave
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now, the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he ever came to die
It was one of his own gang called little Robert Ford
An' he shot Jesse James on the sly

Jesse went to his rest with his hand upon his breast
And there are many who never saw his face
He was born one day in the County of Clay
And he came from a solitary race
This song was made by Billy Gashade
As soon as the news did arrive
He said there's no one man with the law in his hand
Could ever take ol' Jesse James alive

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