Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man   He robbed the Glendale train, he stole from the rich   And he gave to the poor, he'd a hand and a heart, and a brain      Well, it was Robert Ford that dirty little coward   I wonder now how he feels for he ate of Jesse's bread   And he slept on Jesse's bed, and he laid poor Jesse in his grave      Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life   Three children now, they were brave   Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard   He laid poor Jesse in his grave      Well, Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor   He'd never rob a mother or a child   There never was a man with the law in his hand   That could take Jesse James when alive      Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life   Three children now, they were brave   Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard   He laid poor Jesse in his grave      It was on a Saturday night, when the moon was shining bright   They robbed the Glendale train and people they did say   "O'er many miles away, it was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James"      Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life   Three children now, they were brave   Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard   He laid poor Jesse in his grave      Now, the people held their breath   When they heard of Jesse's death   They wondered how he'd ever come to fall      Robert Ford it's a fact   He shot Jesse in the back   While Jesse hung a picture on the wall      Jesse went to rest with his head on his breast   The devil upon his knee, he was born one day   In the County Clay and he came from a solitary race      Well, Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life   Three children now, they were brave   Well, that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard   He laid poor Jesse in his grave