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Jesse DJames was a lad
That Gkilled many a Dman
He robbed the Glendale Atrain
He Dstole from the rich
And he Ggave to the Dpoor
He'd a hand and a Aheart and a Dbrain
Well it was Robert Ford
That Gdirty little Dcoward
I wonder now how he Afeels
For he Date of Jesse's bread
And he Gslept in Jesse's Dbed
And he laid poor AJesse in his Dgrave
Well GJesse had a wife
To Dmourn for his life
Three children
Now they were Abrave
But that Ddirty little coward
That Gshot Mr. DHoward
He laid poor AJesse in his Dgrave
DGDDA
DGDDAD
Well Jesse was a man
A Gfriend to the Dpoor
He'd never rob a mother or a Achild
There Dnever was a man with
The Glaw in his Dhand
That could take AJesse James when Dalive
It was on a Saturday night
Well the Gmoon was shining Dbright
They robbed the Glendale Atrain
And Dpeople they did say
O'er Gmany miles Daway
"It was those outlaws AFrank and Jesse DJames"
Now the people held their breath
When they Gheard of Jesse's Ddeath
They wondered how he'd ever come to Afall
Robert DFord it was a fact
He shot GJesse in the Dback
While Jesse hung a Apicture on the Dwall
Jesse went to rest
With his Ghand on his Dbreast
The devil upon his Aknee
He was Dborn one day
In the GCounty DClay
And he came from a Asolitary Drace
Chorus
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