Lyrics:
I'm trying to still grab microphone with both of my hands pulverized
Robert Ford, this shit Robert Ford
It's getting Robert Ford
This shit Robert Ford
Howard
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
laid Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford the dirty little coward
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in
a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I'm low as a paid assassin is
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
You know I can't
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he laid poor
a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I'm low as a paid assassin is
You know I'm cold as a hired sword
I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up
You know I can't
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he
and a brain
Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
cnd he slept in Jesse's bed
cnd he laid
So roll, roll down, rob a railroad train
Look like Robert Ford did Jessie James
Heart full of love, but I'm only here to kill her
I fear that
no picture frame
Well, I might look like Robert Ford
But I feel just like a Jesse James
Well, I wish I was on some
Australian mountain range
Oh,
no picture frame
Well, I might look like Robert Ford
But I feel just like a Jesse James
Well, I wish I was on some
Australian mountain range
Oh,
picture frame
Well, I might look like Robert Ford
But I feel just like a Jesse James
Well, I wish I was
On some Australian mountain range
Oh, I wish
WITH YOUR LOVE ON MY MIND
(Robert Ford)
Here I sit with your love on my mind I'm blue as a man can be
So long ago you told me you'll return
Now
Little Robert Ford
And he shot Jessie James on the sly
Oh Jessie had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty
breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he came to fall
Well it was Robert ford in fact
Who shot him in the back
While he hung
come Robert Ford
Like a thief in the night
And he shot poor Jesse in the back
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children
They
hang no picture frame.
Well, I might look like Robert Ford
But I feel just like a Jesse James.
Well, I wish I was on some
Australian mountain
the prairies and the plains
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Robert Ford, a gunman
In exchange for his parole
Took the life of James
Across the prairies and the plains
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Robert Ford, a gunman
Did exchange for his parole
Took
Little Robert Ford
And he shot Jessie James on the sly
Oh Jessie had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children they were so brave
But that dirty
bonde explode
No mundo tem judas e covarde
Me lembra Robert Ford
To tipo Robert Johnson
Mas talento não é pacto
Sem veneno destilado
Neste lado
minnet lever än
av den laglöse hjälten jesse james
han som av Robert Ford
blev skjuten bakifrån
en dag inte ont anande
Det sas att ingen man
double cross put Jesse in the cold, dark ground
Robert Ford shot old Jesse down
That no good dirty, little coward really had it coming
Five grand
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