Classic Poem

Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man.
He robbed the Glendale train.
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor;

Chorus
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.
Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life;
Three children, they were brave;
But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.

2

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward;
I wonder how he does feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.

CHORUS : Poor Jesse, etc.

3

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.

CHORUS : Poor Jesse, etc.

4

It was on 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.

CHORUS : Poor Jesse, etc.

5

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 when alive.

CHORUS : Poor Jesse, etc.