Jesse James was a man who rambled through the land

And he robbed many a bank and train

He was the leader man of a bold and reckless band

And many are the people that were slain.



But, no more Jesse James; no more Jesse James

They laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse went and turned his head; Little Bobby shot him dead

And they laid poor Jesse in his grave.



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Now Jesse had a wife; who mourned all her life

Because of Jesse's evil ways

But she couldn't stay his hand; or stop the robber band

Her grief made her old and gray.



But, no more Jesse James; no more Jesse James

They laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse went and turned his head; Little Bobby shot him dead

And they laid poor Jesse in his grave.



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But the end it came at last; from a bullet quick and fast

From a comrade he trusted in his band

And the deed they said was just; when they laid him in the dust

He had been such a terror in the land.



But, no more Jesse James; no more Jesse James

They laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse went and turned his head; Little Bobby shot him dead

And they laid poor Jesse in his grave.



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