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Eddy Arnold

Genres: Country

Jesse James Lyrics - Eddy Arnold

It was on a Wednesday night the moon was shining bright 

They robbed the Glendale train 

And the people they did say for many miles away 

Twas the outlaws Frank and Jesse James 

 

Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life 

Their children they are brave 

Twas a dirty little coward that shot Mr Howard 

They laid Jesse James in his grave 

 

It was Robert Ford the dirty little coward 

I wonder how he does feel 

For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed 

Then he laid Jesse James in his grave 

 

Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life 

 

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank 

And carried the money from the town 

It was in this very place that they had a little race 

For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground 

 

Jesse was a man a friend to the poor 

He never would see a man suffer pain 

And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank 

And stopped the Glendale train 

 

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank 

And carried the money from the town 

It was in this very place that they had a little race 

For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground 

 

Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life 

 

They went to the crossing not very far from there 

And there they did the same 

And the agent on his knees he delivered up the keys 

To the outlaws Frank and Jesse James 

 

Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life 

 

It was on a Saturday night Jesse was at home 

Talking to his family brave 

When the thief and the coward a little Robert Ford 

Laid Jesse James in his grave 

 

How people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death 

And wondered how he ever came to die 

Twas one of the gang dirty Robert Ford 

That shot poor Jesse on the sly 

 

Jesse had a wife to mourn all her 

 

Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast 

The devil will be upon his knee 

He was born one day in the county of Clay 

And came from the solitary race 

 

Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life 

They laid Jesse James in his grave 

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