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Bascom Lamar Lunsford: Jesse James

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BASCOM LAMAR LUNSFORD: JESSE JAMESBASCOM LAMAR LUNSFORD: JESSE JAMES
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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


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