Frank And Jesse James
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
Frank y Jesse James
En una pequeña granja de Missouri
Cuando el oeste era joven
Dos chicos aprendieron a sodar y montar
Y sé útil con un arma
La guerra estalló entre los estados
Y se unieron a Quantrill
Y se acabó en el condado de Clay
Que Frank y Jesse finalmente aprendieron a matar
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Frank y Jesse James
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Hasta que limpies tus nombres
Sigue montando, montando, montando
A través de los ríos y la cordillera
Sigue montando, montando, montando Frank y Jesse James
Después de Appomattox estaban en el lado de la pérdida
Así que no se concedió amnistía
Y como forajidos que montaron
Cabalgaron contra los ferrocarriles
Y cabalgaron contra los bancos
Y cabalgaron contra el gobernador
Nunca pidieron una palabra de agradecimiento
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Frank y Jesse James
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Hasta que limpies tus nombres
Sigue montando, montando, montando
A través de las praderas y las llanuras
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Frank y Jesse James
Robert Ford, un pistolero
¿Cambió por su libertad condicional?
Le quitó la vida a James el forajido
Que se coló y robó
Nadie sabe dónde llegaron a ser malentendidos
Pero los pobres agricultores de Missouri sabían
Frank y Jesse hacen lo mejor que pudieron
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Frank y Jesse James
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Hasta que limpies tus nombres
Sigue montando, montando, montando
A través de los ríos y la cordillera
Sigue montando, montando, montando
Frank y Jesse James