Jesse James

Verse 1
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Jesse James was a lad
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That killed many a man
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He robbed the Glendale train
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He stole from the rich
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And he gave to the poor
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He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Verse 2
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Well it was Robert Ford
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That dirty little coward
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I wonder now how he feels
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For he ate of Jesse's bread
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And he slept on Jesse's bed
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And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

Chorus
     Bb
Well Jesse had a wife
   F
To mourn for his life

Three children now
          C7
They were brave
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Well that dirty little coward
     Bb       F
That shot Mr. Howard
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He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Verse 3
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Well Jesse was a man
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A friend to the poor
                             C7
He'd never rob a mother or a child
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There never was a man with
    Bb         F
The law in his hand
                      C7         F
That could take Jesse James when alive

Chorus

     Bb
Well Jesse had a wife
   F
To mourn for his life

Three children now
          C7
They were brave
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Well that dirty little coward
     Bb       F
That shot Mr. Howard
   F         C7           F
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Verse 4
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It was on a Saturday night
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When the moon was shining bright
                C7
They robbed the Glendale train
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And people they did say
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O'er many miles away
             C7                      F
It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James

Verse 5

     Bb
Well Jesse had a wife
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To mourn for his life

Three children now
          C7
They were brave
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Well that dirty little coward
     Bb       F
That shot Mr. Howard
   F         C7           F
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Verse 6
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Now the people held their breath
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When they heard of Jesse's death
                       C7
They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
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Robert Ford it's a fact
        Bb           F
He shot Jesse in the back
      C7
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall

Verse 7
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Jesse went to rest
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With his head on his breast
          C7
The devil upon his knee
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He was born one day
       Bb     F
In the County Clay
                   C7
And he came from a solitary race

Final Chorus
     Bb
Well Jesse had a wife
   F
To mourn for his life

Three children now
          C7
They were brave
          F
Well that dirty little coward
     Bb       F
That shot Mr. Howard
   F         C7           F
He laid poor Jesse in his grave