He robbed the Danville train.
But that dirty little coward that shot
has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Three children, they were brave.
But that dirty little coward
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread
and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave
Would never see a man suffer pain
And with his brother, Frank,
And stopped the Glendale train
It was on a Wednesday night
and the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
All the people they did save
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James
It was on a Saturday night,
Talking with his family brave
Robert Ford came along like
And laid poor Jesse in his
All the people held their breath
when they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he ever came to die
called Little Robert Ford
He shot poor Jesse on the sly
with his hand upon his breast
The devil will be on his knee
And came from a solitary race
As soon as the news did arrive
