| Jesse James we understand
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| Has killed him many a man
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| He robbed the Union trains
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| But history does record
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| That Bob and Charlie Ford
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| Have laid Jesse James in his grave
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| It was on a Saturday night
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| The stars were shining bright
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| When they robbed that Union train
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| And it was one of the younger boys
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| That gathered in the spoils
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| And carried that money away
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| In his small home unaware
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| A-straightening pictures there
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| He thought he heard a noise
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| And as he turned his head
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| Well, the bullet killed him dead
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| Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys
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| Poor Jesse had a wife
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| She lived a lady all her life
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| The children they were brave
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| But history does record
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| That Bob and Charlie Ford
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| Have laid poor Jesse, laid poor Jesse
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| Have laid Jesse James in his grave |