On a small Missouri farm
 Back when the west was young
 Two boys learned to rope and ride
 And be handy with a gun
 
 War broke out between the states
 And they joined up with Quantrill
 And it was over in Clay county
 That Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill
 
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Frank and Jesse James
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 'Til you clear your names
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Across the rivers and the range
 Keep on riding, riding, riding Frank and Jesse James
 
 After Appomattox they were on the loosing side
 So no amnesty was granted
 And as outlaws they did ride
 They rode against the railroads,
 And they rode against the banks
 And they rode against the governor
 Never did they ask for a word of thanks
 
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Frank and Jesse James
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 'Til you clear your names
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Across the prairies and the plains
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Frank and Jesse James
 
 Robert Ford, a gunman
 Did exchange for his parole
 Took the life of James the outlaw
 Which he snuck up on and stole
 No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood
 But the poor Missouri farmers knew
 Frank and Jesse do the best they could
 
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Frank and Jesse James
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 'Til you clear your names
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Across the rivers and the range
 Keep on riding, riding, riding
 Frank and Jesse James