[The Pogues' Version]
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Jesse James we understand
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Has killed many a man
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He robbed the Union trains
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He stole from the rich
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and gave to the poor
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He'd a hand and a heart
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and a brain
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Now Jesse had a wife
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Lived a lady all her life
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And children they were brave
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But history does record
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That Bob and Charlie Ford
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Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Well it was on Saturday night
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The stars were shining bright
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They robbed the Glendale train
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And the people they did say
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for many miles away
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It was those outlays
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Frank and Jesse James
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Now Jesse had a wife
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Lived a lady all her life
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And children they were brave
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But history does record
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That Bob and Charlie Ford
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Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford
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Those dirty little cowards
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I wonder how they feel
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For they ate of Jesse's bread
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and they slept in Jesse's bed
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And they laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Now Jesse had a wife
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Lived a lady all her life
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And children they were brave
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But history does record
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That Bob and Charlie Ford
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Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
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Well the people held their breath
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When they heard of Jesse's death
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They wondered how he came to fall
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Well it was Robert Ford in fact
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who shot him in the back
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While he hung a picture on the wall
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These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert.
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[Jesse James]
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Jesse James was a boy
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who 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. Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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It was Robert Ford,
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that dirty little coward;
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I wonder how he does feel
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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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Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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Jesse was a man,
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a friend to the poor
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He never would see a man suffer pain,
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And with his brother Frank
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he robbed the Chicago bank,
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And stopped the Glendale train.
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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lt was his brother Frank
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that robbed the Gallatin bank,
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And carried the money from the town;
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lt was in this very place
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that they had a little race,
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For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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They went to the crossing
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not very far from there,
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And there they did the same;
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With the agent on his knees,
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he delivered up the keys
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To the outlaws,
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Frank and Jesse James.
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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It was on Saturday night,
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Jesse was at home
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Talking with his family brave,
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Robert Ford came along
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like a thief in the night
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And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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The people held their breath
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when they heard of Jesse's death
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And wondered how he ever came to die.
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It was one of the gang
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called little Robert Ford
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He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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to mourn for his life,
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Three children,
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they were brave;
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But that dirty little coward
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that shot Mr. Howard
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Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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This song was made by Billy Gashade,
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As soon as the news did arrive;
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He said there was no man
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with the law in his hand
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Who could take Jesse James when alive.
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Jesse James
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