Jesse James a man who rambled through the land He robbed many a bank and train He was leader of a band, a bold and wicked band Many are the people that were slain
No more Jesse James, No more Jesse James For they laid poor Jesse in his grave As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead And they laid poor Jesse in his grave
Jesse was aexpert shot, his bullets found the spot His aim was deadly and true With his pistol by his side While he wondered far and wide As many train robbing men do
No more Jesse James, No more Jesse James For they laid poor Jesse in his grave As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead And they laid poor Jesse in his grave
Jesse James had a wife, who mourned all her life Because of Jesse's wicked ways But she couldn't stay his hand Or stop the robber band Her grief made her old and grey
But his end came at last from a bullet quick and fast From a comrade he trusted in his band And the debt he paid was just When they laid him in the dust He had been such a peril in the land
No more Jesse James, No more Jesse James For they laid poor Jesse in his grave As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead And they laid poor Jesse in his graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
