Jesse James Lyrics
Jesse James - The Kingston Trio
Frank and Jesse James
Were products of their environment
They were sent out into the woods
By their parents to forage for berries
Truffles rutabagas and roots of all sorts
Put yourself in their place
You'da been mean too
When Jesse James was a lad he killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say for many miles away
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children they were brave
But that dirty little coward
Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was on a Saturday night
If I remember right when they robbed that Glendale train
It was one of the Younger boys
Who gathered in the spoils
And he carried Jesse's monies away
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children they were brave
But that dirty little coward
Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave
He was standin' on a chair just a dustin' pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
When he turned his head around
Why that bullet smacked him down
And it laid poor Jesse on the floor
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children they were brave
But that dirty little coward
Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave
Jesse robbed from the poor and he gave to the rich
He never did a friendly thing
And when his best friend died
He was right there by her side and he lifted off
Her golden wedding ring
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children they were brave
But that dirty little coward
Who shot Mister Howard has laid poor Jesse in his grave