Unraveling the Mystery: Jesse James & The Rock Island Railroad Heist
In 1873, near Adair, Iowa, Jesse James and his gang made history by pulling off the first successful train robbery in the American West. This ballad recounts their infamous act — a derailed train, masked men, and the birth of a legend.
🎵 Lyrics: Borna Cuk / 🎶 Music & Voice: AI
In ’73 near Adair’s bend, Jesse James planned a score,
Turkey Creek hummed as tracks would sway, gold dreams at the core.
With rope and spike stole from the shed, they tore the rail tight,
Outlaws struck bold in the Iowa night.
Oh, the shadow of the rail fell with a thunder’s cry,
Three grand in dust, blood on the line they swore,
Outlaws of the Wild West, legends forevermore.
Engine crashed, Rafferty died in flame,
Foley fell, no one to claim.
Masks up high, guns barked loud,
Jesse hit the car, gold lost in the crowd.
Three thousand gained, spared the weak,
First train robbers carved their streak.
Posses rode from Council Bluffs’ call,
Missouri hills hid them one and all.
A wheel in Adair marks their play,
Ghosts still ride where the tracks lay.
Clell and Cole, shadows in the haze,
Bushwhacker tricks from rebel days.
Ten grand on Jesse, Silas cried,
But the devil’s kin slipped the ride.
Papers sang of a hood in black,
A legend born on a busted track.
Gold was a ghost, seventy-five they dreamed,
Found dust instead, fate’s cruel scheme.
Shots rang out, the prairie shook,
James-Younger wrote the outlaw book.
A century turned, thieves struck anew,
Adair’s curse lives where the wind cuts through.
Oh, the shadow of the rail fell with a thunder’s cry,
Three grand in dust, blood on the line they swore,
Outlaws of the Wild West, legends forevermore.
Park holds a wheel, ghosts hum low,
James-Younger Gang, rail’s first foe,
Ridin’ free ‘cross history’s flow.
Ridin’ hard, ridin’ free, with the devil’s own decree,
Ridin’ hard, ridin’ free, ‘cross the plains of history
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🎵 Lyrics: Borna Cuk / 🎶 Music & Voice: AI
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In 1873, near Adair, Iowa, Jesse James and his gang made history by pulling off the first successful train robbery in the American West. This ballad recounts their infamous act — a derailed train, masked men, and the birth of a legend.
🎵 Lyrics: Borna Cuk / 🎶 Music & Voice: AI
In ’73 near Adair’s bend, Jesse James planned a score,
Turkey Creek hummed as tracks would sway, gold dreams at the core.
With rope and spike stole from the shed, they tore the rail tight,
Outlaws struck bold in the Iowa night.
Oh, the shadow of the rail fell with a thunder’s cry,
Three grand in dust, blood on the line they swore,
Outlaws of the Wild West, legends forevermore.
Engine crashed, Rafferty died in flame,
Foley fell, no one to claim.
Masks up high, guns barked loud,
Jesse hit the car, gold lost in the crowd.
Three thousand gained, spared the weak,
First train robbers carved their streak.
Posses rode from Council Bluffs’ call,
Missouri hills hid them one and all.
A wheel in Adair marks their play,
Ghosts still ride where the tracks lay.
Clell and Cole, shadows in the haze,
Bushwhacker tricks from rebel days.
Ten grand on Jesse, Silas cried,
But the devil’s kin slipped the ride.
Papers sang of a hood in black,
A legend born on a busted track.
Gold was a ghost, seventy-five they dreamed,
Found dust instead, fate’s cruel scheme.
Shots rang out, the prairie shook,
James-Younger wrote the outlaw book.
A century turned, thieves struck anew,
Adair’s curse lives where the wind cuts through.
Oh, the shadow of the rail fell with a thunder’s cry,
Three grand in dust, blood on the line they swore,
Outlaws of the Wild West, legends forevermore.
Park holds a wheel, ghosts hum low,
James-Younger Gang, rail’s first foe,
Ridin’ free ‘cross history’s flow.
Ridin’ hard, ridin’ free, with the devil’s own decree,
Ridin’ hard, ridin’ free, ‘cross the plains of history
Oh, the shadow of the rail fell with a thunder’s cry...
🎬 Playlist link: Watch the full playlist here
🎵 Lyrics: Borna Cuk / 🎶 Music & Voice: AI
If you enjoy this project and want to support or collaborate, feel free to contact me.
Email: americanfolk.country@gmail.com
YouTube Channel: @AMERICANFolkCountryAI
Official Website: www.americanfolk-country.com
X Profile: @USAcountryAI
Thank you for listening and keeping the spirit of folk & country music alive!
© American Folk Country | All Rights Reserved
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