Jesse James

       F
Jesse James was a lad
      Bb            F
That killed many a man
                         C
He robbed the Glendale train
F
He stole from the rich
        Bb
And he gave to the poor
        F          C            F
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain


         F
Well it was Robert Ford
      Bb           F
That dirty little coward
                      C
I wonder now how he feels
       F
For he ate of Jesse's bread
         Bb
And he slept in Jesse's bed
        F         C             F
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

      F
Well Jesse had a wife
    Bb            F
To mourn for his life
                                C
Three children, Now they were brave
           F
Well that dirty little coward
       Bb
That shot Mr. Howard
        F         C             F
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

          F
Well now Jesse was a man
    Bb            F
A friend to the poor
                               C
He'd never rob a mother or a child
       F
There never was a man with
     Bb
the law in his hand
            F          C           F
That could take Jesse James when alive


       F
It was on a Saturday night
           Bb               F
Yeah the moon was shinin' bright
                           C
They robbed the Glendale train
         F
And the people they did say
      Bb
o'er many miles away
             F             C               F
It was those outlaws yeah Frank and Jesse James


      F
Well Jesse had a wife
    Bb            F
To mourn for his life
                                C
Three children, Now they were brave
           F
Well that dirty little coward
       Bb
That shot Mr. Howard
        F         C             F
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave


         F
Now the people held their breath
           Bb               F
When they heard of Jesse's death

                                     C
They wondered how he'd ever come to fall
        F
Robert Ford it was a fact
         Bb
He shot Jesse in the back
       F            C            F
While Jesse hung a picture on a wall


     F
Now Jesse went to rest with
     Bb           F
his hand on his breast
                     C
The devil upon his knee
        F
he was born one day
        Bb
in the County Clay
        F           C        F
And he came from a solitary race


      F
Well Jesse had a wife
    Bb            F
To mourn for his life
                                C
Three children, Now they were brave
           F
Well that dirty little coward
       Bb
That shot Mr. Howard
        F         C             F
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

• Bb
• C
• F