American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Jessie James
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
How the people held their breath
When they heard of Jessie's death,
And wondered how he came to die;
For the big reward, little Robert Ford
Shot Jessie James on the sly.
Jessie leaves a wife, to mourn all her life,
The children he left will pray
For the thief and the coward
Who Shot Mr. Howard,
And laid Jessie James in his grave.
Jessie was man-a friend to the poor-
Never did he suffer a mans' pain,
And with his brother Frank,
They robbed the Chicago Bank,
And stopped the Glendale train. -Chorus.
Jessie goes to rest, with his hand on his breast,
And the devil will be upon his knees,
He was born one day, in the County of Clay,
And came from a great race.-Chorus.
Men, when you go out to the West,
Don't be afraid to die-
With the law in their hand,
But they didn't have the sand,
For to take Jessie James alive.-Chorus.