Bascom Lamar Lunsford: Jesse James
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCG| Original | Versione di Pete Seeger |
| BASCOM 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. 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. | BASCOM LAMAR LUNSFORD: JESSE JAMES 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 |
