And he was always running from the law
So he polished up his draw and he told his maw and paw,
These times they are the worst I ever saw.
He said, "I think the world is full of hoods,
And they're busy robbin' everybody's goods,
But when they start in on mine, that's where I draw the line,
So I think I'll go and hide out in the woods."
Jesse James he robbed the trains out on the plains;
He used his brain, that was his claim to fame;
But they had him framed to hang, he said, "Please let me explain,
I ain't ashamed, and I'd do it all again."
One morning Jesse woke his brother Frank,
He said, "The sheriff's sneakin' up our flank,
That's a dirty prank I thank”, so he gave his Ford a crank
And they stole a tank and sank a yankee bank.
Jesse hung a picture on the wall,
And Robert Ford he made old Jesse fall;
He was a brave outlaw, 'bout the best you ever saw,
And he stole from everyone and kept it all.
Oh, how I hate to sing these farewell blues,
The blues I choose to use abuse my shoes,
But the posse's on my trail, don't forget to hold my mail,
'Cause you never know when I'll be oozin' through.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2014/5/28 - 14:45
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