He robbed with the Glendale train
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain
Three children they were afraid
But that dirty little car that shot Mr. Hart
Was laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little car,
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread
and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave
his children they were brave
that had shodded Mr. Howard
Had a lid for Jesse and he was free
He'd never rob a mother or her child
And there never was a man
That could take Jesse James when alive
Three children, they were brave
But the dirty little car that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was on a Saturday night,
the moon was shining bright,
They robbed the Glendale train,
And the people they did save,
Three children they were rich,
But the dirty little car that shot up Mr. Hyre
Had laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now the people held their breath
when they heard of Jesse's death
Robert Ford, it was a fact,
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
that mourned for his life
But the dirty little coward
Had a lid for Jesse in his grave
with his hand on his breast
The devil will be upon his knee
And he came from a solitary race.
who mourned for his life,
These children they were brave.
The dirty little cowardly shot Mr. Howard
Had laid poor Jesse in his grave.
This song was made up by Billy Gashade
As soon as the news did arrive
Three children, they were brave
But the dirty little coward
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
