Lyrics:

On a small Missouri farm
Back when the west was young
Two boys learned to rope and ride
And be handy with a gun
War broke out between the states
And they joined up with Quantrill
And it was over in Clay County
That Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill

Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
'Til you clear your names
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James

After Appomattox
They was on the losin' side
So no amnesty was granted
And as outlaws, they did ride
They rode against the railroads
And they rode against the banks
And they rode against the governor
Never did they ask for a word of thanks

Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
'Til you clear your names
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Across the prairies and the plains
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James, woo


Robert Ford, a gunman
In exchange for his parole
Took the life of James the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stole
No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
That Frank and Jesse do the best they could

Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
'Til you clear your names
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James
Well, Frank and Jesse James
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
'Til you clear your names
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on ridin', ridin', ridin'
Frank and Jesse James