From the grassy fields of Missouri,
Where the rivers roll with freedom's fury.
Young Jesse grew with a rebel's fire,
A Southern boy with bold desires.
Through Civil War, he rode so fast,
A guerrilla's path in a world so vast.
But the scars of war, they lingered near,
Turning to outlaws, driven by fear.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
With his brother Frank and their outlaw band,
They struck the rich with a heavy hand.
On iron rails and dusty roads,
They took their stand, where fortune flowed.
To some, a hero, to others, a foe,
A man of vengeance, a tale of woe.
With the Pinkertons chasing, the law on his trail,
Jesse's life was a haunting gale.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
Through the towns and hills, the whispers grew,
Of a man who defied what others knew.
But trust betrayed by a friendly hand,
Would bring the end of this outlaw's stand.
In St. Joseph's house, in April's air,
A traitor's bullet caught him there.
Robert Ford, with a coward's aim,
Put an end to Jesse James.
But legends don't die with a single shot,
The tales of Jesse live on a lot.
Of an outlaw's life, of love and sin,
A rebel's soul that won't give in.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
So raise a toast to the life he led,
To the man, the myth, though he's long dead.
Jesse James, forever untamed,
A symbol of freedom, a world unclaimed.
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From the grassy fields of Missouri,
Where the rivers roll with freedom's fury.
Young Jesse grew with a rebel's fire,
A Southern boy with bold desires.
Through Civil War, he rode so fast,
A guerrilla's path in a world so vast.
But the scars of war, they lingered near,
Turning to outlaws, driven by fear.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
With his brother Frank and their outlaw band,
They struck the rich with a heavy hand.
On iron rails and dusty roads,
They took their stand, where fortune flowed.
To some, a hero, to others, a foe,
A man of vengeance, a tale of woe.
With the Pinkertons chasing, the law on his trail,
Jesse's life was a haunting gale.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
Through the towns and hills, the whispers grew,
Of a man who defied what others knew.
But trust betrayed by a friendly hand,
Would bring the end of this outlaw's stand.
In St. Joseph's house, in April's air,
A traitor's bullet caught him there.
Robert Ford, with a coward's aim,
Put an end to Jesse James.
But legends don't die with a single shot,
The tales of Jesse live on a lot.
Of an outlaw's life, of love and sin,
A rebel's soul that won't give in.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
So raise a toast to the life he led,
To the man, the myth, though he's long dead.
Jesse James, forever untamed,
A symbol of freedom, a world unclaimed.
Where the rivers roll with freedom's fury.
Young Jesse grew with a rebel's fire,
A Southern boy with bold desires.
Through Civil War, he rode so fast,
A guerrilla's path in a world so vast.
But the scars of war, they lingered near,
Turning to outlaws, driven by fear.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
With his brother Frank and their outlaw band,
They struck the rich with a heavy hand.
On iron rails and dusty roads,
They took their stand, where fortune flowed.
To some, a hero, to others, a foe,
A man of vengeance, a tale of woe.
With the Pinkertons chasing, the law on his trail,
Jesse's life was a haunting gale.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
Through the towns and hills, the whispers grew,
Of a man who defied what others knew.
But trust betrayed by a friendly hand,
Would bring the end of this outlaw's stand.
In St. Joseph's house, in April's air,
A traitor's bullet caught him there.
Robert Ford, with a coward's aim,
Put an end to Jesse James.
But legends don't die with a single shot,
The tales of Jesse live on a lot.
Of an outlaw's life, of love and sin,
A rebel's soul that won't give in.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
Oh, Jesse James, the outlaw king,
His name still rings, the tales they sing.
From trains to banks, he lived by the gun,
A legend made in the setting sun.
So raise a toast to the life he led,
To the man, the myth, though he's long dead.
Jesse James, forever untamed,
A symbol of freedom, a world unclaimed.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC