A Train Robbery ft. Shawn Lane

Writer: Paul Kennerley

The foreman touched the cold steel lines
The rail bed was frozen with ice.
In the distance an engine was keeping good time,
The steam whistle moaned just twice.

Down in the cut, past the old Tressel bridge
Twelve fine horses stood.
Masked men they shivered in the cold on the ridge,
Not far from the Glendale woods

The brass lamp shone from the swaying train,
The driver saw the red light,
Her iron brakes sparked like silver rain,
And the metals screamed through the night.

The baggage man peered out to look for the fault,
When fear froze up his heart.
He was staring down the barrel of an army colt,
That threatened to tear him apart.

We will burn your train to cinders,
So throw the money on down.
Open up your danged express car,
And jump down to the ground.

But we won't touch that old Pullman,
She’s southern, and they claim,
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James

In long soldier's coats frayed with the years,
Quickly they scrambled aboard.
Men were a sweatin' and the women shed tears
And a preacher prayed to the Lord.

When they opened the safe there was nothing for them,
So they strolled down through the train.
What a miserable sight these desperate men,
Robbin' old folks for their gold, watch, chains

Now some say the devil had taken his soul,
Some say his spirit survived.
But we all know he was nothin' but a Missouri farm boy
Just fighting to stay alive.

High on above that railroad bed
On a ridge where the pines grow tall,
If you listen to the wind, there's a ghost of a chance
You can still hear old Jesse’s call

We will burn your train to cinders,
So throw the money on down.
Open up your danged express car,
And jump down to the ground.

But we won't touch that old Pullman
She’s southern and they claim,
They ain't offered no reward
For Frank and Jesse James

For Frank and Jesse James