The full moon touched the cold steel lines<br />
The rail bed was frozen with ice<br />
In the distance an engine was keeping good time<br />
The steam whistle moaned just twice<br />
<br />
Down in the cut past the old Tressel bridge<br />
Twelve fine horses stood<br />
Masked men shivered in the cold on the ridge<br />
Not far from the Glendale woods<br />
<br />
The brass lamp shone from the swaying train<br />
When the driver saw the red light<br />
Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain<br />
And the metals screamed through the night<br />
<br />
The baggage man peered out to look for the fault<br />
When fear froze up his heart<br />
He was staring down the barrel of an army colt<br />
That threatened to tear him apart<br />
<br />
We will burn your train to cinders<br />
So throw the money on down<br />
Open up your damned express car<br />
And jump down to the ground<br />
<br />
But we won't touch that old Pullman<br />
She's southern and they claimed<br />
They ain't offered no reward<br />
For Frank and Jesse James<br />
Frank and Jesse James<br />
<br />
In long soldier's coats frayed with the years<br />
Quickly they scrambled aboard<br />
Men were the sweatin' and the women shed tears<br />
And a preacher prayed to the Lord<br />
<br />
When they opened the safe there was nothing for them<br />
So they strode down through the train<br />
What a miserable sight these desperate men<br />
Robbin' old folks for their gold, watch, chains<br />
<br />
We will burn your train to cinders<br />
So throw the money on down<br />
Open up your damned express car<br />
And jump down to the ground<br />
<br />
But we won't touch that old Pullman<br />
She's southern and they claimed<br />
They ain't offered no reward<br />
For Frank and Jesse James<br />
Frank and Jesse James<br />
<br />
Now some say the devil had taken his soul<br />
Some say his spirit survived<br />
But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy<br />
Just fighting to stay alive<br />
<br />
High above that railroad bed<br />
On a ridge where the pines grow tall<br />
If you listen to the wind, there's a ghost of a chance<br />
You can still hear old Jesse call<br />
<br />
We will burn your train to cinders<br />
So throw the money on down<br />
Open up your damned express car<br />
And jump down to the ground<br />
<br />
But we won't touch that old Pullman<br />
She's southern and they claimed<br />
They ain't offered no reward<br />
For Frank and Jesse James<br />
For Frank and Jesse James