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