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
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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 in Jesse's bed
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And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Well Jesse had a wife
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To mourn for his life
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Three children
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Now they were brave
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Well that dirty little coward
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That shot Mr. Howard
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And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Well now Jesse was a man
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A friend to the poor
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He'd never rob a mother or a child
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There never was a man with
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the law in his hand
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That could take Jesse James when alive
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It was on a Saturday night
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Yeah the moon was
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shinin' bright
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They robbed
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the Glendale train
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And the people they did say
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o'er many miles away
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It was those outlaws yeah Frank
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and Jesse James
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Well Jesse had a wife
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To mourn for his life
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Three children
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Now they were brave
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Well that dirty little coward
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That shot Mr. Howard
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And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Now the people held
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their breath
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When they heard of
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Jesse's death
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They wondered how
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he'd ever come to fall
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Robert Ford it was a fact
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He shot Jesse in the back
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While Jesse hung a picture
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on a wall
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Now Jesse went to rest with
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his hand on his breast
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The devil upon his knee
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he was born one day in
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the County Clay
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And he came from
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a solitary race
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Well Jesse had a wife
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To mourn for his life
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Three children
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Now they were brave
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Well that dirty little coward
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That shot Mr. Howard
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And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Jesse James
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| Bruce Springsteen |
