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| They baptized Jesse Taylor, |
| G | |
| In Ceda | r Creek last Sunday, |
| Jesus gained a soul and satan lost a good right arm, |
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| D | |
| They all cried "Hallelujah" when Jesse's head went under, |
| Bm | D | A7 | D | |
| Cause this t | ime he went under for the Lo | rd. |
| D | |
| Among the local taverns, there'll be a slack in business, |
| Cause Jesse's drinking came before the groceries and the rent, |
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| D | |
| Among the local women, there'll be a slack in cheatin' |
| Bm | D | A7 | D | |
| Cause Jesse won | 't be steppin' out again. |
| Chorus |
| The scars on Jesse's knuckles are more than just respected, |
| The county courthouse records tell all there is to tell, |
| The pockets of the gamblers will soon miss Jesse's money, |
| And a black eye of the law will soon be well. |
| Chorus |
| From now on, Nancy Taylor can proudly speak to neighbors, |
| And tell them just how Jesse took up with little Jim, |
| Now Jimmy's got a daddy, and Jesse's got a family, |
| And Franklin County's got a lot more man. |
| Chorus |