Jesse James
Harry McClintock Lyrics


ahh the people held their brethe when they heard of jesse's death, wondered how he came to die.
For the big grey war and little Robert Ford shot Jesse James on the sly.
It was Robert Ford that dirty little coward.
I wonder how he does feel?
For he eat Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed then he layed Jesse James in his grave.
Jesse leaves a wife that will mourn all her life, the children that he left will pray.
For bob for the coward that shot Mr.
Howard and layed Jesse James in his grave.
Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor, never see a man suffer pain.
But with his brother Frank, he robbed the springfeild bank and stopped the Glendale train.
It was his brother Frank that robbed the Galiton.
And carried the money from the town.
It was in this very place, they had a little chase and they shot Captain Sheeks to the ground.
Jesse leaves a wife that will mourn all her life, the children that he left will pray.
For bob for the coward that shot Mr.
Howard and layed Jesse James in his grave.
They went to the cross'em not very far from there.
And there they did the same.
For the agent on his knees he dilivered up the keys to the outlaws Frank and Jesse James.
Twas on a saturday night and Jesse was at home.
Talk'n to his family brave.
Bob ford came along deep in the night and Jesse James in his grave.
Oh they layed poor Jesse in his grave yes lord.
They layed Jesse James in his grave.
Oh he took from the rich and gave it to the poor.
But they layed Jesse James in his grave.
Jesse went to his rest with his hand on his breast.
The devil will be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the county of clay and came from a solitary raise.
Now men when you go out into the West.
Never be afraid to die.
They had the law in their hands, but they didn't have the sand to take Jesse James alive.
Jesse leaves a wife that will mourn all her life, the children that he left will pray.
For bob for the coward that shot Mr.
Howard and layed Jesse James in his grave.
Oh they layed poor Jesse in his grave yes lord.
They layed Jesse James in his grave.
Oh he took from the rich and he gave in to the poor.
But they layed Jesse James in his grave.

Writer(s): Harry Mcclintock

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Luios luios

Hi ,🖐
👉 amazing song 👈 🙆‍♂️ 🇮🇳

Dena Wood

Just came across this song...very interesting tale told in song...forgotten for decades

Enrico Sanchez

Eddie Albert sang some of this on Green Acres, one of his many "solk fongs".

Kevin Green

Wow I have not heard this for years

Tactical Farmer

True story

Da Baby

His name is Harry McClintock

Try Mints

I always wondered if it was Jesse James, who shot someone who fit his stature, since he was shot in the back of the head and it'd be hard to say if it was or wasn't him.
It would have been an ingenious plan, it could've been easily pulled off, during the days of the James Gang.

IWantMyCountryBack2

My sister, a geneology fan, directed me to Harry McClintock, an ancestor.

Cat Daddy

I’ve visited the James Farm, his grave site and the house where Jesse was shot by the coward whose name is not fit to mention here.

Cam

No comments in 8 years?

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