Jesse James chords and lyrics - ED MCCURDY

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Jesse [D]James was a lad
that [G]killed many a [D]man
He robbed with the Glendale train
[A]He stole fro[D]m the rich
and he [G]gave to the poor
[D]He'd a hand and a hea[A]rt and a bra[D]in
Oh, [G]Jesse had a wife
to [D]mourn for his life
Three children they were [A]afraid
But that [D]dirty little car that [G]shot Mr. [D]Hart
Was laid [A]poor Jesse in his grave
[D]It was Robert Ford, that dir[G]ty little car[D],
I wonder how he [A]does feel
For he [D]ate of Jesse's bread
and he slept [G]in Jesse's [D]bed
Then he laid poor [A]Jesse in his [D]grave
For [G]Jesse had a wife
to [D]mourn for his life,
his children they were [A]brave
Hoped a [D]dirty little car
that had [G]shodded Mr. [D]Howard
Had a lid [A]for Jesse and he was [D]free
Now Jesse was a man,
[G]a friend to the [D]poor
He'd never rob a mother or her [A]child
And there nev[D]er was a man
with the [G]law in his hand
[D]That could take Jesse Jam[A]es when alive
[D]Oh, Jes[G]se had a wife
who [D]mourned for his life
Three children, [A]they were brave
But the dirty [D]little car that [G]shot Mr. [D]Howard
Has laid [A]poor Jesse in [D]his grave
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It was on a Saturday night,
the [G]moon was shining [D]bright,
They robbed the Glendale [A]train,
And [D]the people they did save,
Were [G]many miles [A]away,
T [D]'was those outlaws,
Brian and [A]Jesse [D]James.
Oh, [G]Jesse had a wife
to [D]mourn for his life,
Three children they were [A]rich,
But [D]the dirty little car that [G]shot up Mr. [D]Hyre
Had laid poor [A]Jesse in his [D]grave
Now the people held their breath
when they [G]heard of Jesse's [D]death
They wondered how he'd
ever come [A]to fall
Robert Ford, it [D]was a fact,
shot [G]Jesse in [D]the back
While Jesse hung a [A]picture on the [D]wall
[G]Oh, Jesse had a wife
[A]that mou[D]rned for his life
His children never [A]free
But the dirty [D]little coward
that [G]shot Mr. [D]Howard
Had a lid for [A]Jesse in [D]his grave
Now Jesse went to rest
with his [G]hand on his breast
[D]The devil will be upon his knee
[A]He was born one[D] day in
the [G]county of [D]Clay,
And he came from a [A]solitary [D]race.
Oh, [G]Jesse had a wife
who [D]mourned for his [A]life,
[D]These children they were [A]brave.
The dirty [D]little cowardly [G]shot Mr. [D]Howard
Had laid [A]poor Jesse in his [D]grave.
This song was made up by [G]Billy Gashade
[D]As soon as the news did arriv[A]e
He said [D]there was no man
with a [G]law in his hand
[D]That could take Jesse
James [A]when alive[D]
Oh, [G]Jesse had a wife
[A]who [D]mourned for his life
Three children, they were [A]brave
But the [D]dirty little coward
that [G]shot Mr. [D]Howard
Has laid poor [A]Jesse in his grave

[Outro 1]
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