Lyrics

Frank & Jessie James Words & Music Bruce Aitken

Frank and Jessie James, that was their names,
Outlaws from the old west, out west way

From the civil war, all their life was tore
And they never changed until their dying day

Riders of the long, the fiddle and the song
Robbing banks and coaches long the way

Never ?fraid to fight, uphold what little right
Ask your dear old mamma if she?ll pray

Frank and Jessie James
Always playing games
Always taking chances on the run

Frank was caught red handed
Just how the Pinkertons planned it
But Jessie got away beats different drum

While starting life anew, Jessie started to
Trust in those he didn?t really know

Twin brothers in co-hoots
With federal ?G? Men?s boots
The rest is now history, saying goes


Red red soil
On green green ground
Damn that Robert ford
This is now where Jessie?s found


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