Bruce Springsteen - Jesse James Lyrics
He robbed the Glendale trainHe stole from the rich and he gave to the poorHe'd a hand and a heart and a brainWell it was Robert Ford, that dirty little cowardI wonder now how he feelsFor he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bedAnd he laid poor Jesse in his gravePoor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThree children now they were braveWell that dirty little coward that shot Mr. HowardHe laid poor Jesse in his graveNow Jesse was a man, a friend to the poorHe'd never rob a mother or a childThere never was a man with the law in his handThat could take Jesse James when aliveIt was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining brightThey robbed the Glendale trainAnd people they did say o'er many miles awayIt was those outlaws, thery're Frank and Jesse JamesWell Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThree children now they were braveWell that dirty little coward that shot Mr. HowardHe laid poor Jesse in his graveNow the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's deathThey wondered how he'd ever come to fallRobert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the backWhile Jesse hung a picture on the wallNow Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breastThe devil upon his kneeHe was born one day in the County ClayAnd he came from a solitary raceWell Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThree children now they were braveWell that dirty little coward that shot Mr. HowardHe laid poor Jesse in his graveWoah!Come on boys!
