Jesse James was a man and he traveled in the land. He stopped on the rocky mountain shore.
Well, he stole from the rich and he gave to the poor, but I'll never see my Jesse anymore.
Oh, I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone. Oh, I don't know where my poor Jesse's gone.
But I'll meet you in that land where I've never been before. And I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone.
It was with his brother Frank that he robbed the Denver bank.
They carried the money from the town. And the agent on his knees, he delivered up the keys when Frank and his brother Jesse frowned.
Oh, I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone. Oh, I don't know where my poor Jesse's gone.
But I'll meet you in that land.
But I'll meet you in that land where I've never been before. And I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone.
Jesse James was at home. He was standing up on high. Trying to straighten out a picture frame.
And he thought he was alone. And he laid down his gun. And they laid down my poor old Jesse James.
So old Jesse's laid at rest with a hand across his chest. And a smile was there upon his face.
He was born one day in the county of Clay. And he come a wild and reckless race.
Oh, I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone. Oh, I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone.
Oh, I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone.
But I'll meet you in that land where I've never been before. And I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone.
And I don't know where my poor old Jesse's gone.