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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Sam Bardfeld
Sam Bardfeld
Violin
Frank Bruno
Frank Bruno
Vocals
Jeremy Chatzky
Jeremy Chatzky
Bass
Mark Clifford
Mark Clifford
Banjo
Larry Eagle
Larry Eagle
Drums
Charles Giordano
Charles Giordano
Accordion
Eddie Manion
Eddie Manion
Saxophone
Mark Pender
Mark Pender
Vocals
Richie "La Bamba" Rosenberg
Richie "La Bamba" Rosenberg
Trombone
Soozie Tyrell
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Kevin Buell
Kevin Buell
Assistant Engineer
Ross Peterson
Ross Peterson
Assistant Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a brain Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward I wonder now how he feels For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave 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 It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright They robbed the Glendale train And people they did say o'er many miles away It was those outlaws, Ther're Frank and Jesse James Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death And wondered how he'd ever come to fall Robert Ford, it was a fact, he shot Jesse in the back While Jesse hung a picture on the wall Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast The devil upon his knee He was born one day in the County Clay And he came from a solitary race Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children now they were brave Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard He laid poor Jesse in his grave
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