Frank And Jesse James - Warren Zevon

    On a small Missouri farm
    Back when the west was young
    Two boys learned to rope and ride
    And be handy with a gun

    War broke out between the states
    And they joined up with Quantrill
    And it was over in Clay county
    That Frank and Jesse finally learned to kill

    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    Frank and Jesse James
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    'Til you clear your names
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    Across the rivers and the range
    Keep on riding, riding, riding Frank and Jesse James

    After Appomattox they were on the loosing side
    So no amnesty was granted
    And as outlaws they did ride
    They rode against the railroads,
    And they rode against the banks
    And they rode against the governor
    Never did they ask for a word of thanks

    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    Frank and Jesse James
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    'Til you clear your names
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    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 the life of James the outlaw
    Which he snuck up on and stole
    No one knows just where they came to be misunderstood
    But the poor Missouri farmers knew
    Frank and Jesse do the best they could

    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    Frank and Jesse James
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    'Til you clear your names
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    Across the rivers and the range
    Keep on riding, riding, riding
    Frank and Jesse James

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