Lyrics

Summer clothes, they just won’t do
When the winter winds cut you through and though
So they called in
The Jessamine Blues

They came a ridin’, about 100 men
But they just got shot down again
And so it was with
The Jessamine Blues

Who can find the reason that the glory was lost
On the banks of the Raison?
Every freedom names its cost

Captain Price took a musket ball
But he shot one down before his final fall
And so it was with
The Jessamine Blues

Every soul has a season of pain and regret
Choose heartbreak or treason
It’s a lesson you’d best not forget

Scalped and burned out, the wounded and dead
Instead of bringing down the promised sleds
So it was with
The Jessamine Blues

Who can find the reason that the glory was lost
On the banks of the Raison?
Every freedom names its cost
Every freedom names its cost