Pogues - Jesse James Lyrics
[the pogues version]------------------------------Jesse james we understandHas killed many a manHe robbed the union trainsHe stole from the richAnd gave to the poorHed a hand and a heartAnd a brainNow jesse had a wifeLived a lady all her lifeAnd children they were braveBut history does recordThat bob and charlie fordHave laid poor jesse in his graveWell it was on saturday nightThe stars were shining brightThey robbed the glendale trainAnd the people they did sayFor many miles awayIt was those outlaysFrank and jesse jamesNow jesse had a wifeLived a lady all her lifeAnd children they were braveBut history does recordThat bob and charlie fordHave laid poor jesse in his graveWell it was bob and charlie fordThose dirty little cowardsI wonder how they feelFor they ate of jesses breadAnd they slept in jesses bedAnd they laid poor jesse in his graveNow jesse had a wifeLived a lady all her lifeAnd children they were braveBut history does recordThat bob and charlie fordHave laid poor jesse in his graveWell the people held their breathWhen they heard of jesses deathThey wondered how he came to fallWell it was robert ford in factWho shot him in the backWhile he hung a picture on the wallThese are the lyrics as they appear on the rum, sodomy, & the lash insert.[jesse james]--------------------------Jesse james was a boyWho killed many a manHe robbed the glendale train;He stole from the richAnd he gave to the poorHed a hand and a heart and a brain. poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.It was robert ford,That dirty little coward;I wonder how he does feelFor he ate of jesses breadAnd he slept in jesses bedThen laid poor jesse in his grave.Poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.Jesse was a man,A friend to the poorHe never would see a man suffer pain,And with his brother frankHe robbed the chicago bank,And stopped the glendale train.Poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.Lt was his brother frankThat robbed the gallatin bank,And carried the money from the town;Lt was in this very placeThat they had a little race,For they shot captain sheets to the ground.Poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.They went to the crossingNot very far from there,And there they did the same;With the agent on his knees,He delivered up the keysTo the outlaws,Frank and jesse james.Poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.It was on saturday night,Jesse was at homeTalking with his family brave,Robert ford came alongLike a thief in the nightAnd laid poor jesse in his grave.Poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.The people held their breathWhen they heard of jesses deathAnd wondered how he ever came to die.It was one of the gangCalled little robert fordHe shot poor jesse on the sly.Poor jesse had a wifeTo mourn for his life,Three children,They were brave;But that dirty little cowardThat shot mr. howardHas laid poor jesse in his grave.This song was made by billy gashade,As soon as the news did arrive;He said there was no manWith the law in his handWho could take jesse james when alive.
