Jesse James was a lad that killed many man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich and gave to the poor Had a heart and a hand, and a brain
Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life His children, they were brave That dirty lettle coward that shot Mr. Joward Has laid ol' Jesse in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward I wonder how he feels He slept in Jesse's bed and he ate o' Jesse's bread He laid Jesse in his grave
It was on a Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright They robbed that Glendale train And people, they did say for many miles around It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James
It was on a Saturday night, when no one was around Just talking with his family brave Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night And laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now, the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death They wondered how he came to die It was one of his own gang called little Robert Ford An' he shot Jesse James on the sly