Jesse James Lyrics - Kingston Trio

Frank and Jesse James were a product of their environment 

They were sent out into the woods by their parents 

To forage for berries, truffles, rutabagas and roots of all sorts 

Put yourself in their place you'da been mean too 

When Jesse James was a lad he killed many a man 

He robbed the Glendale train 

(Hot darn) 

And the people they did say for many miles away 

It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James 

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life 

Three children, they were brave 

But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard 

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave 

It was on a Saturday night if I remember right 

When they robbed that Glendale train 

(Your wallet monsieur) 

It was one of the Younger boys who gathered in the spoils 

And he carried Jesse's monies away 

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life 

Three children, they were brave 

But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard 

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave 

He was standin' on a chair just a-dustin' pictures there 

He thought he heard a noise 

When he turned his head around, why that bullet smacked him down 

And it laid poor Jesse on the floor 

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life 

Three children, they were brave 

But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard 

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave 

Where'd ya learn that John? 

Camping, woops 

Jesse robbed from the poor and he gave to the rich 

He never did a friendly thing 

And when his best friend died he was right there by her side 

And he lifted off her golden wedding ring 

Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life 

Three children, they were brave 

But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard 

Has laid poor Jesse in his grave 

Killing 19 people doesn't make a boy all bad