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