Jesse Rode With Quantrill

Jesse rode with Quantrill as did his brother Frank They were soldiers of the southland before they robbed a bank Quantrill was a hero to the southern rebels when He sort of lost control of his senses and his men His troop was made of hotheads who completely ran amuck And anyone who crossed them were simply out of luck They terrorized the boundaries collecting their supplies Unmindful of the damage, death and neighbor cries Were they ever here in St. Joe, the rumors say they were But that’s not been documented and old memories were a blur There was a barn just south of Bartlett we heard about when young That really peaked imaginations – kept old Quantrill on our tongue Did Frank and Jesse go there, did they hide what they had taken To supply our rebel bushwhackers or were we all mistaken You know it really doesn’t matter if it was or if it wasn’t It’s in the mind of dreamers and that my friend just does it