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They went to the crossing not very far from there, And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees, he delivere'd up the keys To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.
It was on Wednesday night, the moon was shining
bright, They robbed the Glendale train; The people they did say, for many miles away, It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.
It was on Saturday night, Jesse was at home Talking with his family brave, Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
The people held their breath when they heard of
Jesse's death, And wondered how he ever came to die. It was one of the gang called little Robert Ford, He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast;
The devil will be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the county of Clay
And came from a solitary race.
This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man with the law in his hand
Who could take Jesse James when alive.