la canción: "jesse james"

El jefe se pone folk y canta las canciones de Pete Seeger. Canciones de cowboys y atardeceres, canciones con estepas de polvo y pasto, con caballos mansos cabalgando rumbo al Oeste; canciones que se cantan en los fogones de Wichita o, pongamos, Knoxville o Jackson. Pueblos que tienen, en la entrada principal, carteles que dicen: "población, 1500; no nos sobra ningún habitante, forastero".
Y esta, por ejemplo, canta sobre uno de los cowboys más importantes: Jesse James, un bandido del sur de ese país que en algún momento fue pura esperanza, hasta convertirse en lo que es ahora.
Tengo un par de cosas que contar de Jesse y Butch y Sundance y Luke Luke, Buffalo Bill, Calamity Jane, Billy The Kid. Pero será en otra ocasión.

"Jesse James"
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man,
He robbed the Glendale train,
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain.


Well it was Robert Ford, that dirty little coward,
I wonder how he feel,
For he ate of Jesse's bread and he slept in Jesse's bed,
Then he laid poor Jesse in his grave.

(chours)
Well Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
Three children now they were brave
Well that dirty little coward that shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd never rob a mother or a child
There never was a man with the law in his hand
That could take Jesse James alive

It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright,
They robbed the Glendale train,
And people they did say o'er many miles away
It was those outlaws,Ther're Frank and Jesse James

(Chours)
Now the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death,
And wondered how he ever came to fall
Robert Ford,It was a fact,He shot Jesse in the back
While Jesse hung a picture on the wall

Now Jesse went to rest with his hand on his breast,
The devil will be upon his knee.
He was born one day in the County Clay,
And he came from a solitary race.
(Chours)


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