Warren Zevon - Frank And Jesse James Lyrics
On a small Missouri farmBack when the west was youngTwo boys learned to rope and rideAnd be handy with a gunWar broke out between the statesAnd they joined up with QuantrillAnd it was over in Clay countyThat Frank and Jesse finally learned to killKeep on riding, riding, ridingFrank and Jesse JamesKeep on riding, riding, riding'Til you clear your namesKeep on riding, riding, ridingAcross the rivers and the rangeKeep on riding, riding, riding Frank and Jesse JamesAfter Appomattox they were on the loosing sideSo no amnesty was grantedAnd as outlaws they did rideThey rode against the railroads,And they rode against the banksAnd they rode against the governorNever did they ask for a word of thanksKeep on riding, riding, ridingFrank and Jesse JamesKeep on riding, riding, riding'Til you clear your namesKeep on riding, riding, ridingAcross the prairies and the plainsKeep on riding, riding, ridingFrank and Jesse JamesRobert Ford, a gunmanDid exchange for his paroleTook the life of James the outlawWhich he snuck up on and stoleNo one knows just where they came to be misunderstoodBut the poor Missouri farmers knewFrank and Jesse do the best they couldKeep on riding, riding, ridingFrank and Jesse JamesKeep on riding, riding, riding'Til you clear your namesKeep on riding, riding, ridingAcross the rivers and the rangeKeep on riding, riding, ridingFrank and Jesse James
