| The full moon touched the cold steel lines
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| The rail bed was frozen with ice
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| In the distance an engine was keeping good time
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| The steam whistle moaned just twice
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| Down in the cut past the old trestle bridge
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| Twelve fine horses stood
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| Masked men shivered in the cold on the ridge
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| Not far from the Glendale woods
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| The brass lamp shone from the swaying train
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| When the driver saw the red light
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| Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain
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| And the metals screamed through the night
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| The baggage man peered out to look for the fault
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| When fear froze up his heart
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| He was staring down the barrel of an army colt
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| That threatened to tear him apart
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| We will burn your train to cinders
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| So throw the money on down
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| Open up your damned express car
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| And jump down to the ground
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| But we won’t touch that old Pullman
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| She’s Southern and they claimed
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| They ain’t offered no reward
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| For Frank and Jesse James
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| Frank and Jesse James
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| In long soldiers coats frayed with the years
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| Quickly they scrambled aboard
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| Men were the sweatin' and the women shed tears
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| And a preacher prayed to the Lord
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| When they opened the safe there was nothing for them
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| So they strode down through the train
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| What a miserable sight these desparate men
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| Robbin' old folks for their gold watch chains
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| We will burn your train to cinders
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| So throw the money on down
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| Open up your damned express car
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| And jump down to the ground
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| But we won’t touch that old Pullman
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| She’s Southern and they claimed
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| They ain’t offered no reward
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| For Frank and Jesse James
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| Frank and Jesse James
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| Now some say the devil had taken his soul
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| Some say his spirit survived
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| But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy
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| Just fighting to stay alive
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| High above that railroad bed
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| On a ridge where the pines grow tall
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| If you listen to the wind, there’s a ghost of a chance
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| You can still hear old Jesse call
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| We will burn your train to cinders
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| So throw the money on down
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| Open up your damned express car
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| And jump down to the ground
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| But we won’t touch that old Pullman
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| She’s Southern and they claimed
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| They ain’t offered no reward
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| For Frank and Jesse James
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| For Frank and Jesse James |