Nashville Gentleman

They called him “Mister Howard” when he lived in Nashville town, He lived inside a house that time has almost tumbled down, He lived across the river where the wealthy people did, He was a Nashville gentleman, he kept his real name hid. Nashville Gentleman, more than hundred years ago, Nashville Gentleman, someone you all know, Well-dressed, Nashville Gentleman. His Christian name was “Jesse,” and his brother’s name was “Frank,” He made a living making large withdrawals from the bank, Missouri and Kentucky knew his name was “Jesse James,” In Nashville he was “Mister Howard” playing poker games. Nashville Gentleman, with a family, Nashville Gentleman, living secretly, Outlaw Nashville Gentleman. Now Jesse James left Nashville back in Eighteen Eighty-One, He died a short year later at the barrel of a gun, And Nashville still has heroes and their eyes are full of stars: Instead of loaded pistols, now they’re carrying guitars. Nashville Gentleman, just a memory, Nashville Gentleman, part of history, Jesse James of Nashville.