It was on a Wednesday night, the moon was shining brightThey robbed the Glendale train And the people had to say, far many milesIt was the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James Jesse had a wife to mourn for his lifeThe children, they were brave That dirty little coward that shot Mr. ClarkHe'd laid poor Jesse in his graveIt was Jesse's brother, Frank, who robbed the Clanton BankAnd he carried the money from the townAnd the thief and the coward that shot Mr. Howard He'd laid poor Jesse in the groundJesse had a wife to mourn for his life The children, they were braveThat dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He'd laid poor Jesse in his graveIt was on a Saturday night when Jesse was at homeHe was talking to his family so brave And the thief and the coward that shot Mr. HowardHe'd laid poor Jesse in his graveJesse had a wife to mourn for his life The children, they were braveThat dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He'd laid poor Jesse in his graveNow Jesse's gone to rest with his hands upon his breast And the devil will be at his kneesFor he was born one day up in the country clay And he was raised for the solitary raceJesse had a wife to mourn for his life The children, they were braveThat dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He'd laid poor Jesse in his grave