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La guerra è finita
(Sine Frontera)
You're on Your Last Go 'Round
(Woody Guthrie)
Medgar Evers
(Randall Wilbur)


1924
Bascom Lamar Lunsford

1967
Words and music adaptation by Woody Guthrie & Huddie Ledbetter

Jesse James
Jesse James

Visto che nel sito esiste, sottotraccia, un percorso su ribelli e banditi, non poteva mancare questa splendida canzone di Woody Guthrie, reinterpretata, tra gli altri, dai Pogues, da Pete Seeger, da Bruce Springsteen e da tanti altri.
Da notare come la versione di Pete Seeger, nonostante Jesse James non fosse certo uno stinco di santo, e anche combattesse per i confederati, diventando di fatto un sabotatore dei treni unionisti, ne faccia una sorta di moderno Robin Hood


Jesse Woodson James (Contea di Clay, 5 settembre 1847 – Saint Joseph, 3 aprile 1882) è stato un criminale statunitense. Attivo con la sua banda negli anni appena successivi alla Guerra di secessione in quanto ex soldato confederato. Rapinò banche e impedì la costruzione di una grande ferrovia nel suo paese, il Missouri, diventando un eroe agli occhi dei contadini del Sud, oltraggiati dai soldati dell'Unione.

Famosissimo per la sua proverbiale mira conobbe la vita dura e violenta del Missouri, paese di frontiera in piena guerra di secessione. Combatté con i confederati, ma divenne famoso compiendo molte rapine a banche, treni unionisti in Missouri, Kentucky, Iowa, Texas, Mississippi, Minnesota insieme al fratello Frank, i fratelli Cole, Jim e Robert Younger, William "Bloody" Anderson, i fratelli Ed e Clell Miller, William Clarke Quantrill, Archie Clement e Dave Pool. Divenne l'icona del rancore del sud fino alla sua morte avvenuta per tradimento da parte di un neo-membro della sua banda (Robert Ford) nel 1882.
Just about the worst gun battle ever out on the western plains
When me and a bunch of cowboys went running with Jesse James
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

Run into Jesse James, boys, run into Jesse James
The guns went off like thunder and the bullets fell like rain
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

The guns went off like lightning and the bullets fell like hail
Was on our way to Denver on the old Dodge City trail
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

And in that bloody battle with Frank and Jesse James
My partners fell around me with bullets in their brains
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

Frank and Jesse James, boys, they robbed that midnight mail
The bank and express station and broke the county jail
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

If you're afraid to fight, boys, if you're afraid to die
You'd better stay out of the Badlands where the red hot bullets fly
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

If you're afraid of dying, if you're afraid of death
You'd better stay at home, boys, stay out of Jesse's path
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.
Come a cow-cow yicky, come a cow-cow yicky, yicky yea.

inviata da DoNQuijote82 - 8/1/2015 - 10:34




Lingua: Inglese

La versione dei Pogues

Jesse James we understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the union trains
He stole from the rich
And gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart
And a brain

Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well it was on Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say
For many miles away
It was those outlays
Frank and Jesse James

Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well it was Bob and Charlie ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of Jesse's bread
And they slept in Jesse's bed
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he came to fall
Well it was Robert ford in fact
Who shot him in the back
While he hung a picture on the wall

inviata da dq82 - 8/1/2015 - 10:36




Lingua: Inglese

Versione di Pete Seeger

ripresa anche da Springsteen

Jesse James was a lad
That killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
He stole from the rich
And he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain

Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept on Jesse's bed
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children now
They were brave
Well that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Well Jesse was a man
A friend to the poor
He'd never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with
The law in his hand
That could take Jesse James when alive

Well Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children now
They were brave
Well that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

It was on a Saturday night
When the moon was shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And people they did say
O'er many miles away
It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James

Well Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children now
They were brave
But that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Now the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he'd ever
Come to fall
Robert Ford it's a fact
He shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall

Jesse went to rest
With his head on his breast
The devil upon his knee
He was born one day
In the County Clay
And he came from a
Solitary race

Well Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children now
They were brave
Well that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

inviata da dq82 - 8/1/2015 - 10:38




Lingua: Italiano

Versione dei Sine Frontera
Traduzione di Antonio Resta

2013
I taliani

I Taliani
JESSE IL BANDITO

Jesse è un fuorilegge
Un diavolo con la pistola
Una leggenda giù nel vecchio West
Assaltava banche ponti e diligenze
E scorribande sulla ferrovia
Rubava l’oro ai aiutava i poveri
Aveva mano cuore ed un cervello
Nessun sceriffo mai sarebbe riuscito
A prender vivo Jesse il bandito
Jesse aveva moglie e tre bambini coraggiosi
Che piansero per lui è stato Robert Ford
Appena dopo cena con un colpo alla schiena
Era sabato sera e la luna risplendeva
Derubò il treno per Glenville
La gente disse che erano stati loro
Jesse e la sua banda di Quantrill
Dal Texas al Missuri Wanted ricercato
Yankee e nordisti han beffato
Nessun sceriffo mai sarebbe riuscito
A prender vivo Jesse il bandito
Jesse aveva moglie e tre bambini coraggiosi
Che piansero per lui è stato Robert Ford
Appena dopo cena con un colpo alla schiena
La gente corse in strada e trattenne il respiro
Ma la notizia arrivò hanno ucciso Jesse
L’hanno tradito e alle spalle gli hanno sparato
Dissero che è stato uno della banda
A mettere Jesse nella tomba è stato Mr Ford
Quel piccolo codardo per qualche dollaro in più
Jesse aveva moglie e tre bambini coraggiosi
Che piansero per lui è stato Robert Ford
Appena dopo cena con un colpo alla schiena

inviata da dq82 - 8/1/2015 - 10:44


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