Jesse James (live) Lyrics - Live In Dublin - Bruce Springsteen & The Sessions Band

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 

He laid poor Jesse in his grave 

Well 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 Sunday night 

Well the moon was shining bright 

They robbed the Glendale train 

And people they did say o'er many miles away 

It was those outlaws 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 

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 the wall 

Jesse went to rest with his head on his breast 

The devil upon his knee 

He was born one day in 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 

He laid poor Jesse in his grave