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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Levon Helm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Kennerley
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The full moon touched the cold steel lines
The rail bed was frozen with ice
In the distance, an engine was keeping good time
The steam whistle moaned just twice
[Verse 2]
Down in the cut past the old trestle bridge
Twelve fine horses stood
Masked men shivered in the cold on the ridge
Not far from the Glendale woods
[Verse 3]
The brass lamp shone from the swaying train
When the driver saw the red light
Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain
And the metals screamed through the night
[Verse 4]
The baggage man peered out to look for the fault
When fear froze up his heart
He was staring down the barrel of an army colt
That threatened to tear him apart
[Verse 5]
We will burn your train to cinders
So throw the money on down
Open up your damned express car
And jump down to the ground
[Verse 6]
But we won't touch that old Pullman
She's Souther'en and they claimed
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James
Frank and Jesse James
[Verse 7]
In long soldiers coats frayed with the years
Quickly they scrambled aboard
Men were the sweatin' and the women shed tears
And a preacher prayed to the Lord
[Verse 8]
When they opened the safe there was nothing for them
So they strode down through the train
What a miserable sight, these desparate men
Robbin' old folks for their gold watch chains
[Verse 9]
We will burn your train to cinders
So throw the money on down
Open up your damned express car
And jump down to the ground
[Verse 10]
But we won't touch that old Pullman
She's Southe'ren and they claimed
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James
Frank and Jesse James
[Verse 11]
Now some say the Devil had taken his soul
Some say his spirit survived
But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy
Just fighting to stay alive
[Verse 12]
High above that railroad bed
On a ridge where the pines grow tall
If you listen to the wind, there's a ghost of a chance
You can still hear old Jesse call
[Verse 13]
We will burn your train to cinders
So throw the money on down
Open up your damned express car
And jump down to the ground
But we won't touch that old Pullman
She's Southe'ren and they claimed
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James
For Frank and Jesse James
Written by: Paul Kennerley