Jesse James(Chords)

	        D 
Jesse James was a lad 
     G             D 
That killed many a man 
                       A 
He robbed the Glendale train 
   D 
He stole from the rich 
       G           D 
And he gave to the poor 
                  A           D 
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain 

Well it was Robert Ford 
     G            D 
That dirty little coward 
                    A 
I wonder now how he feels 
       D 
For he ate of Jesse's bread 
       G                D 
And he slept in Jesse's bed 
                 A            D 
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave 


     G 
Well Jesse had a wife 
   D 
To mourn for his life 

 Three children 
              A 
Now they were brave 
         D 
But that dirty little coward 
     G        D 
That shot Mr. Howard 
             A            D 
He laid poor Jesse in his grave 


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Well Jesse was a man 
  G             D 
A friend to the poor 
                             A 
He'd never rob a mother or a child 
      D 
There never was a man with 
    G          D 
The law in his hand 
                A                D 
That could take Jesse James when alive 

It was on a Saturday night 
         G                D 
Well the moon was shining bright 
                         A 
They robbed the Glendale train 
    D 
And people they did say 
     G          D 
O'er many miles away 
                      A               D 
'It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James' 



Now the people held their breath 
          G                D 
When they heard of Jesse's death 
                                    A 
They wondered how he'd ever come to fall 
       D 
Robert Ford it was a fact 
        G            D 
He shot Jesse in the back 
                   A              D 
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall 

Jesse went to rest 
         G           D 
With his hand on his breast 
                   A 
The devil upon his knee 
       D 
He was born one day 
       G      D 
In the County Clay 
                   A        D 
And he came from a solitary race 


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Written by Bruce Springsteen, Traditional