Lyrics:
a life - she had a spell
she still holds you
we get life - we get life
we get life - we get life
we get life - we get life
we get life - we get life
Robert
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
Kapittel 8 RIKSTEATRET
Etter fem år på vannvogna, i 1973, blir Robert kontaktet av Helge Reiss fra Riksteatret.
Han har ikke budsjett til et stort
to behave hearing Robert Johnson from the grave
Running scared with the hell-hounds still on his trail
And Jacob in the field - to the angel's strength he
were brave
But the dirty little coward
That shot him, Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in the grave
Then one day
Robert Ford
For the sake of free war
He
his grave
It was little Robert Ford who like a thief in the night
He shot poor Jesse on the sly
Was not a man in the whole entire land
Could take Jesse
well I’m going down to robert’s place, it’s just a block away
haven’t seen him in a real long time
and I think I’ll take some flowers and a couple
l'enfer
Et j'me dis que c'est à cause
De la marque de Robert Kalina
Robert Kalina, Robert Kalina, Robert Kalina
Robert Kalina, Robert Kalina, Robert Kalina
And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone
All that delirium of the brave of the brave
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave
Yet
Laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was on one saturday night
That Jesse was at home
Talking to his family brave
Robert Fort came along
Like a thief in
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
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 Jesse James in his grave
On Wednesday night
When the moon was shining bright
They robbed that Glendale train
And the folks from miles about
When I'm gone
On my judgment day
Please put a jukebox upon my grave
Don't want no headstone
No cold tears
Just a jukebox to say
A music man
name
But even I don’t quite remember all the brothers in their grave
Cuz yesterday was George Floyd
But today
Robert Fuller’s on display
Please don’t ask
laid Jesse James in his grave
On Wednesday night
When the moon was shining bright
They robbed that Glendale train
And the folks from miles about
Hoochie coochie man in the dark
With his voodoo dolls
His Robert Johnson records play on
Every day he wastes away
Dust for bones
Fade into the bleak
Jesse in his grave
Well it was on Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say
For many
Au bout de l'immense voyage
Gravé dans la mémoire
Pour des années-lumière
Chaque larme d'ivoire et chaque collier de fer
Après ça faut pas que tu
You dug your own grave bul
That's what I made the song RAID for
And Meek, how you gon' wage war
When the GD's made MMG shut
Down their paid tour?
You
went and shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah
It was on a Saturday night
When Jesse was at home
Talking to old railroad Jed
Along
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
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