Bruce Springsteen Jessie James Lyrics

Jessie James Lyrics

Jesse James was a lad

That killed many a man

He robbed the Glendale
train

He stole from the rich

And he gave to the poor

He'd a
hand and a heart and a brain



Well it was Robert Ford

That
dirty little coward

I wonder now how he feels

For he ate of Jesse's
bread

And he slept in Jesse's bed

And he laid poor Jesse in his
grave



Well Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three children

Now they were brave

Well that dirty little coward


That shot Mr. Howard

And he laid poor Jesse in his grave



Well now Jesse was a man

A friend to the poor

He'd never
rob a mother or a child

There never was a man with

the law in his
hand

That could take Jesse James when alive



It was on a
Saturday night

Yeah the moon was

shinin' bright

They
robbed

the Glendale train

And the people they did say

o'er
many miles away

It was those outlaws yeah Frank

and Jesse James





Well Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three
children

Now they were brave

Well that dirty little coward 

That shot Mr. Howard

And he laid poor Jesse in his grave



Now the people held

their breath

When they heard of

Jesse's
death

They wondered how

he'd ever come to fall

Robert Ford it
was a fact

He shot Jesse in the back

While Jesse hung a picture

on a wall



Now Jesse went to rest with

his hand on his
breast

The devil upon his knee

he was born one day in

the
County Clay

And he came from

a solitary race



Well
Jesse had a wife

To mourn for his life

Three children

Now
they were brave

Well that dirty little coward 

That shot Mr.
Howard

And he laid poor Jesse in his grave



(Backround Bruce
yells alright boys)