Jesse James was a man, who rambled through the land He robbed many bank and train He was leader of a band, a bold and wicked band Many are the people that were slain Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James! 'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave! As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead And they laid poor Jesse in his grave! Jesse was an expert shot, his bullets found the spot, His aim was deadly and true! With his pistol by his side, well he wandered far and wide As many robber men do! Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James! 'Cause they laid poor Jesse is 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, and 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 commrad he trusted in his band And the debt he paid was just, When they laid him in the dust He had been such a para in the land Oh no more, Jesse James! No more, Jesse James! 'Cause they laid poor Jesse is his grave! As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead And they laid poor Jesse in his grave!