Lyrics:

Jesse James a man who rambled through the land
He robbed many a bank and train
He was leader of a band, a bold and wicked band
Many are the people that were slain

No more Jesse James, No more Jesse James
For they laid poor Jesse in his grave
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse was aexpert shot, his bullets found the spot
His aim was deadly and true
With his pistol by his side
While he wondered far and wide
As many train robbing men do

No more Jesse James, No more Jesse James
For they laid poor Jesse in his grave
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse James had a wife, who mourned all her life
Because of Jesse's wicked ways
But she couldn't stay his hand
Or stop the robber band
Her grief made her old and grey

But his end came at last from a bullet quick and fast
From a comrade he trusted in his band
And the debt he paid was just
When they laid him in the dust
He had been such a peril in the land

No more Jesse James, No more Jesse James
For they laid poor Jesse in his grave
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave