On a small Missouri farm
Back when the West was young
Two boys learned to rope and ride
And be handy with a gunWar 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 killKeep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your namesKeep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse JamesAfter Appomattox
They was on the losing side
So no amnesty was granted
And as outlaws they did rideThey rode against the railroads
And they rode against the banks
And they rode against the governor
Never did they ask for a word of thanksKeep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your namesKeep on riding, riding, riding
Across the prairies and the plains
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse JamesRobert Ford, a gunman
In exchange for his parole
Took the life of James the outlaw
Which he snuck up on and stoleNo one knows just
Where they came to be misunderstood
But the poor Missouri farmers knew
Frank and Jesse do the best, they couldKeep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Keep on riding, riding, riding
'Til you clear your namesKeep on riding, riding, riding
Across the rivers and the range
Keep on riding, riding, riding
Frank and Jesse James
Well Frank and Jesse JamesKeep 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
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