James, Jesse Filmography

• Dead Souls (2012)
• The Last Ride (2012)
• Hickory Nation (2012)
• October 31 (2011)
• Exodus Fall (2011)
• Bones (2010)
• Manifest Destiny (2008)
• Jumper (2008)
• Manifest Destiny (2008)
• The Flyboys (2008)
• Company Man (2007)
• The Darkroom (2006)
• The Source of Evil (2005)
• The Amityville Horror (2005)
• On Location: The Amityville Horror (2005)
• The Butterfly Effect (2004)
• The Teen Choice Awards 2004 (2004)
• Fear of the Dark (2003)
• Slap Her, She's French! (2002)
• Pearl Harbor (2001)
• Bailey's Mistake (2001)
• Blow (2001)
• Hanging Up (2000)
• Message in a Bottle (1999)
• A Dog of Flanders (1999)
• Gods and Monsters (1998)
• Puppies for Sale (1998)
• Sorrow's Child (1998)
• The Gingerbread Man (1998)
• As Good as It Gets (1997)

James, Jesse Filmography

• Jesse James: Outlaw Garage (2012)
• Jesse James: Outlaw Garage (2012)
• Jesse James Presents: Austin Speed Shop - Bomber Seats (2011)
• Jesse James Presents: Austin Speed Shop - Headers (2011)
• Jesse James Presents: Off Road Racing Around the World (2011)
• American Chopper Live: The Build Off (2011)
• Metal Church (2008)
• Metal Church (2008)
• Metal Church (2008)
• Celebrity Weddings: In Style (2006)
• Disposable Hero: The Brian Deegan Story (2006)
• American Biker (2005)
• Joe Kid on a Stingray (2005)
• Torque (2004)
• Motorcycle Mania III (2004)
• Motorcycle Mania III (2004)
• Monster Garage (2002)

James, Jesse Filmography

• Ato de Violência (1980)

• Pogues
• Ry Cooder
• Bob Seger
• Kingston Trio
• Clay Walker
• Brazzaville
• Scarface

[The Pogues' Version]
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Jesse James we understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the Union trains
He stole from the rich
and gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart
and a brain
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor 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 miles away
It was those outlays
Frank and Jesse James
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of Jesse's bread
and they slept in Jesse's bed
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well the people held their 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 a picture on the wall
These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert.
[Jesse James]
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Jesse James was a boy
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 his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has 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
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Jesse was a man,
a friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother Frank
he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
lt was his brother Frank
that robbed the Gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
lt was in this very place
that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
They went to the 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.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
It was on Saturday night,
Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along
like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
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
He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man
with the law in his hand
Who could take Jesse James when alive.

Jesse James we understand
Has killed him many a man
He robbed the Union trains
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid Jesse James in his grave
It was on a Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
When they robbed that Union train
And it was one of the younger boys
That gathered in the spoils
And carried that money away
In his small home unaware
A-straightening pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
And as he turned his head
Well, the bullet killed him dead
Fired by Bob Ford, one of the boys
Poor Jesse had a wife
She lived a lady all her life
The children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse, laid poor Jesse

When Jesse James was a lad
He killed many a man
And he roamed over the Scarsdale range
Robbin' from the rich
And givin' to the poor
He was dark and cold and full of rage
Oh yes he was, sing with me
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
And three children
They were oh so brave
But that dirty little coward
He 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 come Robert Ford
Like a theif in the night
And he shot poor Jesse in the back
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children
They were oh so brave
But that dirty little coward
He went and shot Mr. Howard
Laid poor Jesse in his grave yeah
He lays
Six feet under the ground

Frank and Jesse James were a product of their environment
They were sent out into the woods by their parents
To forage for berries, truffles, rutabagas and roots of all sorts
Put yourself in their place you'da been mean too
When Jesse James was a lad he killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train
(Hot darn)
And the people they did say for many miles away
It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
It was on a Saturday night if I remember right
When they robbed that Glendale train
(Your wallet monsieur)
It was one of the Younger boys who gathered in the spoils
And he carried Jesse's monies away
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
He was standin' on a chair just a-dustin' pictures there
He thought he heard a noise
When he turned his head around, why that bullet smacked him down
And it laid poor Jesse on the floor
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
Where'd ya learn that John?
Camping, woops
Jesse robbed from the poor and he gave to the rich
He never did a friendly thing
And when his best friend died he was right there by her side
And he lifted off her golden wedding ring
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for his life
Three children, they were brave
But that dirty little coward who shot Mister Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave

Songwriters: Glover, Ben; Jacobs, Kyle; Leathers, Joe
I was raised knowin' right from wrong
Baptized under that ol' rugged cross
I try to be a good man, I always give it my best
But truth be told, some days, I wanna go
To the wild, wild west
I wanna line 'em up and drink 'em
I wanna love 'em and leave 'em
Sometimes, I just wanna rob a train
Be the first draw in that high noon sun
And feel the kick of my six gun
Yeah, I want "Wanted" above my name
Sometimes, I wanna be like Jesus
Sometimes, I wanna be Jesse James
I know where to draw the line
But there's somethin' 'bout that other side
I've got angels on my left, and demons on my right
It's a never endin' battle, it's a constant fight
I wanna line 'em up and drink 'em
I wanna love 'em and leave 'em
Sometimes, I just wanna rob a train
Be the first draw in that high noon sun
And feel the kick of my six gun
Yeah, I want "Wanted" above my name
Sometimes, I wanna be like Jesus
Sometimes, I wanna be Jesse James
I wanna steal a horse and ride into town
Stare the sheriff down
Tell him there's a new man around here
I wanna walk throught those swingin' saloon doors
And hear my spurs hit the wooden floor
I wanna smell nothin' but fear
Y'hear, law don't go 'round here
I wanna line 'em up and drink 'em
I wanna love 'em and leave 'em
Sometimes, I just wanna rob a train
Be the first draw in that high noon sun
And feel the kick of my six gun
Yeah, I want "Wanted" above my name
Sometimes, I wanna be like Jesus
Sometimes, I wanna be Jesse James
Y'hear that, law dog

When he was runnin’ from the cops
He said, “Baby, I’m just 19
I’m as sexy as a ballerina in a magazine
Give me danger and a gun
You know I ain’t afraid of pain
I don’t wanna live your life
I wanna die like Jesse James
I wanna die like Jesse James…
“I grew up in a little trailer
On the edge of town
My daddy used to beat me raw
He used to beat me down
And one thing that I learned
When I was barely 17
Was how to kill a full-grown man
When he was half asleep
‘Cause I wanna die like Jesse James…
“So now I’m runnin’ from the cops
And Baby, I’m just 19
I’m as sexy as a ballerina on a TV screen
And I’m happy as a newborn baby
When he sees his mom
And I’m grateful to the bullet
That’s just about to take me home

Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
Too my pistol out, unlocked it
Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it
And left his shit all on the carpet
I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target
I'm making my way up out the building
I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children
That they old man done fell up out the game
Because I came to this muthafucka
and killed his ass just like Jesse James
Think it's a muthafuckin game?
I come around this muthafucka and kill yo ass just like Jesse James
What's my muthafuckin name?
There'll be no witnesses to this homicide
No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized
All you got is a nigga with a dot
In the middle of his muthafuckin head he been shot
Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin
And the nigga's on the go cause we ain't seein
He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture
The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha
Call the muthafuckin helicopter
But ain't no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper
That oughta hold your monkey ass (muthafucka, you)
That oughta teach your funky ass (muthafucka, you)
I know this muthafuckin game is sheift
And you done lost the fuckin game of life
And that's a muthafuckin shame
You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James
And that's a muthafuckin shame
You came around this muthafucka and let me do ya like Jesse James
Think it's a muthafuckin game?
Wait - this muthafucka got me bent, I gots to - break
Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my - face
He best to chill before I hit him with this - lace
And catch this muthafuckin case
Cause once I got it blind, then he done with
Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit
You ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, gee
And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be
It ain't no studio up in me
And all that bullshit I'm hearin you talk only offends me
And lately I'm under a lot of pressure
It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya
I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck)
And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I could give a muthafuck about the sentence
I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I'm (SCREAMING FOR VENGEANCE)
Cause life has no meaning, no meaning
We were all born to die, so no screaming
Think it's a muthafuckin game?
I come around this muthafucka and cut yo ass just like Jesse James
Put out your muthafuckin brains
I come around this muthafucka and do yo ass just like Jesse James