JESSE JAMES
traditional

JESSE JAMES
traditional

da THE DYLAN'S ROOT

traduzione di Michele Murino

Questa canzone è stata scritta da Billy, Billy Gashade
Questa canzone è stata scritta da Billy Gashade non appena arrivò la notizia
Egli disse che non esisteva uomo con una pistola in mano
che potesse prendere Jesse James vivo

Jesse James era un ragazzo che uccise molti uomini
Rapinò il treno per Glendale
Rubava ai ricchi e dava ai poveri
Aveva una mano un cuore ed un cervello

Il povero Jesse aveva una moglie che si lamentava per la sua vita
Aveva tre bambini coraggiosi
Ma il piccolo sporco vigliacco che sparò a Mr. Howard
spedì il povero Jesse nella sua tomba

Si chiamava Robert Ford, quel piccolo sporco vigliacco,
mi chiedo cosa provi
Perchè egli mangiò il pane di Jesse e dormì nel suo letto
e spedì il povero Jesse nella sua tomba

La gente trattenne il respiro quando seppe della morte di Jesse
e si chiese come mai egli fosse morto
E' stato uno della banda, chiamato Little Robert Ford
che sparò al povero Jesse alle spalle

Jesse era un uomo, amico dei poveri
Non avrebbe mai voluto vedere un uomo soffrire
e con suo fratello Frank rapinò la banca di Chicago
e fermò il treno per Glendale

Era un mercoledì notte, la luna brillava in cielo
Fermarono il treno per Glendale
E la gente raccontò per molte e molte miglia
che era stato rapinato da Frank e Jesse James

Giunsero ad un incrocio non lontano da lì
e lì fecero lo stesso
L'agente messo in ginocchio consegnò le chiavi
ai fuorilegge, Frank e Jesse James

Era un sabato sera, Jesse era a casa
che parlava alla sua famiglia
Robert Ford arrivò come un ladro nella notte
e spedì il povero Jesse nella sua tomba



JESSE JAMES
traditional

This song was written by Billy Billy Gashade.
This song was made by Billy Gashade as soon as the news did arrive
He said there was no man with the gun in his hand
That could take Jesse James when alive.

Jesse James was a lad who 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.

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for her life.
Three children they were brave.
But the dirty little coward who shot Mr.Howard
had laid poor Jesse in his grave.

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

How the people held their breath when they heard of Jesse's death
and wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang, called Little Robert Ford
That shot poor Jesse on the sly.

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor.
He would never see a man suffer pain.
And with his brother Frank he robbed the Chicago bank
And stopped the Glendale train.

It was on a wednesday night, the moon was shining bright,
They stopped the Glendale train.
And the people they did say for many miles away
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

They went to a crossing not very far from there
And there they did the same.
With the agent on his knees he delivered up the keys,
To the outlaws, Frank and Jesse James.

It was on a saturday night, Jesse was at home
Talking to his family brave.
Robert Ford came along like a thief in the night
and laid poor Jesse in his grave.