(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder)
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Jesse James we understand
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Has killed him many a man
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He robbed the Union trains
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But history does record
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That Bob and Charlie Ford
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Have laid Jesse James in his grave
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It was on a Saturday night
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The stars were shining bright
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When they robbed that Union train
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And it was one of the younger boys
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That gathered in the spoils
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And carried that money away
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In his small home unaware
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A-straightening pictures there
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He thought he heard a noise
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And as he turned his head
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Well, the bullet killed him dead
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Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys
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Poor Jesse had a wife
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She lived a lady all her life
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The 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, laid poor Jesse
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Have laid Jesse James in his grave
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JESSE JAMES
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