Frank and Jesse James

On a small Missouri farm

Back when the West was young

Two boys learned to rope and ride

And be handy with a gun

War broke out between the states

And they joined up with Quantrill

And it was over in Clay County

That Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James

Keep on riding, riding, riding

'Til you clear your names

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Across the rivers and the range

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James

After Appomattox

They was on the losing side

So no amnesty was granted

And as outlaws they did ride

They rode against the railroads

And they rode against the banks

And they rode against the governor

Never did they ask for a word of thanks

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James

Keep on riding, riding, riding

'Til you clear your names

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Across the prairies and the plains

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James

Robert Ford, a gunman

In exchange for his parole

Took the life of James the outlaw

Which he snuck up on and stole

No one knows just where they

Came to be misunderstood

But the poor Missouri farmers

Knew that Frank and Jesse do the best they could

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James

Keep on riding, riding, riding

'Til you clear your names

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Across the rivers and the range

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James

Well, Frank and Jesse James

Keep on riding, riding, riding

'Til you clear your names

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Across the prairies and the plains

Keep on riding, riding, riding

Frank and Jesse James