He rode up to the bank,
tied his horse to the rail,
went inside and drew his gun.
When it was over and done;
in his endeavor did not fail,
as he mounted he yelled out thanks.
Soon he would rise to fame,
for he wanted to be like Jesse James.

'Cause his mount, it was rank,
he quickly hit the trail;
starting out at a fast run,
heading towards the setting sun.
A posse soon was on his tail;
hard riding poised them at his flank.
Good he was with his aims,
for he wanted to be like Jesse James.

And while he sat and drank
his success he did regale.
He knew that yarns would be spun;
his exploits would many stun.
He would never see a jail cell.
No prison door would he hear clank.
Menfolk would fear his name,
for he wanted to be like Jesse James.

That night was dark and dank,
as for the wind it wailed.
There was no place he could run;
when fired from attacker's gun,
a bullet against him prevailed:
while into death he quickly sank.
Hades had made its claim,
for he wanted to be like Jesse James.