Jesse James
Billy Gashade, 1882

Jesse James was a lad who 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
 

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave
 

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank
And stopped the Glendale train
 

It was his brother Frank that robbed the Gallatin bank
And carried the money from the town
It was in this very place that they had a little race
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground
 

They went to the crossing not very far from there
And there they did the same
With the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, 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
 

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
 

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave