Here’ the piece I spoke of yesterday.
It was decided. Me, Jesse, and Frank
mounted up and went lookin’ for a fight.
Frank didn’t want me taggin’ along,
said I was nothin’ more than a fly
perched on a pile of horse shit.
When I agreed I was just the same
as he said, he let me go. Besides,
Jesse said he wanted me around
just in case he got mad and needed
to shoot somethin’. Anyways, we
was off, cuttin’ through brush and dirt
like a trio of escaped jailbirds, riding hard
cussin’ harder. We was lookin’ to ride
with Quantrill’s Raiders, closest things
to devils we could think of.
- Lawrence, Kansas (freenorthcarolina.blogspot.com)
- Famous Western Outlaws (famous101.com)
- Frank and Jesse James: Pullin’ Triggers (inkhammer.wordpress.com)