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lyrics
JESSE JAMES
Jesse James was a lad that killed oh many man,
He robbed the Glendale train,
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
Had a hand and a heart and a brain.
Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he feels,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Ref
Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life,
Two children, they were brave,
But that dirty little coward that shot Mister Howard,
Laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Well Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd never rob a mother or a child,
There never was a man with the law in his hand,
That could take Jesse James alive.
Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd never see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank,
And he stopped the Glendale train.
Ref
Now the people held their breath
when they heard of Jesse's death,
And wondered how he came to fall
Robert Ford, it's a fact, he shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall
Now Jesse went to rest his hand on his breast,
The devil will be upon his knee.
For he was born one day in the County Clay,
And he came from a solitary race.
TRADUCTION
JESSE JAMES
Jesse James était un gars qui tua pas mal de mecs
Il a braqué le train de Glendale
Il volait au riches pour donner aux pauvres
Il avait de la poigne, du cœur et de la jugeotte
C'est Robert Ford ce sale petit lâche
Je me demande comment il se sent,
Il a mangé à la table de Jesse, dormi dans le lit de Jesse
Et mis ce pauvre Jesse dans la tombe
Refrain
Jesse avait une femme pour pleurer sa perte
Deux enfants courageux
Il n'a jamais volé une mère ou un enfant
Mais ce sale petit lâche qui a tué M. Howard
A envoyé ce pauvre Jesse dans la tombe
Jesse c'était quelqu'un, un ami des pauvres
Il n’a jamais volé une mère ou un enfant
Jamais un homme de loi
N'a pu attraper Jesse James vivant.
Jesse c'était quelqu'un, un ami des pauvres
Il n'a jamais pu supporter voir souffrir un homme
Et avec son frère Franck il braqua la banque de Chicago
Et arrêta le train de Glendale
Refrain
Le peuple retint son souffle
Quand il appris la mort de Jesse
Et se demanda comment il avait pu tomber
Robert Ford, c'est un fait, a abattu Jesse dans le dos
Alors qu'il accrochait un tableau au mur
Maintenant Jesse repose les mains sur sa poitrine
Le diable sera à ses genoux
Il était né un jour dans le comté de Clay
Et il vécut en solitaire
“Brothers from other fathers”.
Because we’re brothers and sisters.
From the same
mother.
But from different fathers.
Brothers from other fathers.
We play some bluegrass music.
Some old west folk and country too.
We’re from Toulouse, Kentucky....more
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