Jesse James 歌词

When Jesse James was a lad He killed many a man And he roamed over the Scarsdale range Robbin' from the rich And givin' to the poor He was dark and cold And full of rage Oh yes he was, sing with me Poor Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life And three children They were oh so brave But that dirty little coward He went and shot Mr. Howard Laid poor Jesse in his grave It was on a Saturday night When Jesse was at home Talking to old railroad Jed Along come Robert Ford Like a theif in the night And he shot poor Jesse in the back Poor Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children They were oh so brave But that dirty little coward He went and shot Mr. Howard Laid poor Jesse in his grave He lays Six feet under the ground