Jesse, Jesse, Jesse
Album: Rayne Davis & Outlaw Black
By: Rayne Davis
By: Rayne Davis
Duration
4:30
Genres
Description
Of recent accomplishment Rayne Davis wrangled up a traditional roots oriented, old west, cowboy troupe; Outlaw Black. In just a few quick strides Outlaw Black earned invitation to perform at Michael Martin Murphey’s West Fest. Outlaw Black has shared billings with many of today’s most popular contemporary, Cowboy music performers the likes of; The Sons of the San Joaquin, Don Edwards and renowned, Canadian Cowboy Folk singer Ian Tyson.
Lyrics
RAYNE DAVIS: Lead Vocal & Acoustic Rhythm Guitar * MARK CARTER: Acoustic Rhythm Guitar & Background Harmonies * ROB ZUCCA: Mandolin, Acoustic Accent Guitar & Background Harmonies * MARK TABERT: Electric Bass Guitar Jesse, Jesse, Jesse words and music by Rayne Davis (CHORUS) Jesse, Jesse, Jesse It's your dear brother Frank I'm missing you and wishing you were here to ride along the banks Of that old Missouri river Across the breaks, makin' for home Through the woods of old Clay county Back to our family farm and home Jesse, Jesse, Jesse Weren't we a pair Two modern day Robin Hoods Two outlaws extraordinaire Well be it the robbing of the Gallitin Bank Or the Iron Mountain Railway train It didn't even matter if it were even our doin's Us James Boys were the gang to blame Jesse, Jesse, Jesse It's your dear brother Frank I'm missing you and wishing you were here to ride along the banks Of that old Missouri river Across the breaks, makin' for home Through the woods of old Clay county Back to our family farm and home Home sweet home Jesse . . . For seventeen years we roughed the outlaw trail For seventeen years, wanted and hunted to no avail Up against the Pinkertons and the best of hired guns Fate to have a rat like Robert Ford commit the cowardly deed he's done Jesse, Jesse, Jesse Let's take us one more ride Me with my two new, shiney, army Colts You with your old Schofield at your side Jesse, Jesse, Jesse We became two big time, dime novel crooks The stuff legends get made of and they'll write up in history books Jesse, Jesse, Jesse It's your dear brother Frank I'm missing you and wishing you were here to ride along the banks Of that old Missouri river Across the breaks, makin' for home Through the woods of old Clay county Back to our family farm and home I'll race you home Jesse . . . I'm a missin' you Jesse And I's a wishin' that you'd come home . . . Jesse, Jesse, Jesse . . .
