story of Jesse James, bank and train robber & confederate rabble rouser...
Steve April vocal, guitar, horses fx (Melody, lyrics)
Mark Stein bass, percussion, keys, backing vocals
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story of Jesse James, bank and train robber & confederate rabble rouser...
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Ballad Of Jesse James
One night in Kansas, robbed a bank,
guards and customers, shot em point blank,
said to his bro, ‘NO MERCY.’
With the loot, they drank a lot,
then ran a mail train off the track,
whoopee...
Whoopee, whoopee,
O Jesse what have you done?
They’re comin’ to get you, you son of a gun.
O Jesse, Frank, what have you done?
Once you were milk innocent young,
Now you’re sour monkey men with guns.
While dusting a picture in his living room
In the early evening gloom
shot by Robert Ford,
In the back of his little head,
Fell off the arm-chair dead
For bragging rights, and a $5000 reward.
Whoopee, whoopee,
O Jesse what have you done?
You’ve gone too far, you son of a gun.
Whoopee, whoopee,
O Jesse what have you done?
They’re comin’ to get you, you son of a gun,
They’re comin’ to get you, you son of a gun.
(horse fx)
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