Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man

He robbed the Danville train

But that dirty little coward who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life

Three children, they were brave

But the dirty little coward, who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

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 Wednesday night, the moon was shining bright

They robbed the Glendale train

The people they did say, for many miles away

It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James

It wa withs his brother Frank they 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

They went to the crossing, not very far from there

And there they did the same;

With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys

To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James

Saturday night, Jesse was at home

Talking with his family brave

Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night

And laid poor Jesse in his grave

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward

I wonder how he did feel

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

Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave

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

And wondered how he came to die;

It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford

He shot poor Jesse on the sly

Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast;

And the devil will surely be on his knee

He was born one day in the County of Clay

And came from a solitary race

This song was made by Billy Gashade

As soon as the news did arrive

He said there was no man, with the law in his hand

Who could take Jesse James while alive

Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man

He robbed the Danville train

But that dirty little coward who shot Mr. Howard

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave