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But we won't touch that old woman
They ain't offered no reward
On a ridge where the pines grow tall
So throw the money on down
For Frank and Jesse James

What a miserable sight these desperate men
That threatened to tear him apart

Not far from the Glendale woods
Some say his spirit survived
Down in the cut past the old Tressel bridge

Open up your damned express car
Men were the sweatin' and the women shed tears
And a preacher prayed to the Lord
Frank and Jesse James

He was staring down the barrel of an army colt
Quickly they scrambled aboard
And the metals screamed through the night
But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy
When they opened the safe there was nothing for them
Frank and Jesse James
Masked men shivered in the cold on the ridge
Open up your damned express car
Robbin' old folks for their gold, watch, chains

In the distance an engine was keeping good time
When the driver saw the red light
Twelve fine horses stood
We will burn your train to cinders
Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain
So throw the money on down
They ain't offered no reward
But we won't touch that old woman
Just fighting to stay alive
Open up your damned express car

In long soldier's coats frayed with the years
The steam whistle moaned just twice

[Incomprehensible] and they claimed

And jump down to the ground
High above that railroad bed
You can still hear old Jesse call

When fear froze up his heart
If you listen to the wind, there's a ghost of a chance
For Frank and Jesse James
[Incomprehensible] and they claimed
So they strode down through the train

For Frank and Jesse James
We will burn your train to cinders
And jump down to the ground
The baggage man peered out to look for the fault
They ain't offered no reward
We will burn your train to cinders
[Incomprehensible] and they claimed
And jump down to the ground

But we won't touch that old woman
Now some say the devil had taken his soul
So throw the money on down
The brass lamp shone from the swaying train