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COLE YOUNGER Sung by: Oscar Gilbert Recorded in Timbo, AR, 7/18/53 Click here to listen to the original recording Cole Younger is my name. Our deeds of desperadoes Have led to a many of shame. While robbing of the Northfield Bank Is a deed I'll never deny, Is a deed that I'll be sorry of Until the day I die. We buy the fastest horses And then ride out of town, All on the prairie mountains. James Boys, we set down With knives and cards, revolvers; We all set down to play, Drinking of good whiskey, boys, For to pass the time away. We then got on our horses, And northward we did go-- That God-forsaken little town Called Minnesot-e-o. Cole had his eye on the Northfield Bank. His brother Bob did say, Says, "Cole, if you undertake the job, You'll surely curse the day." We stationed out our pickets; We rode up to the town, And on that counter, We struck our fatal blow. Says, "Hand us over your money, boys," Cole's brother Bob did say. "We are the noted Younger boys; We spare no time to pray." We then got on our horses And started out of town. The officer pursued us, And Jim was shot down, While two of the brave companions Made it home alive, While three of the brave companions lays Between the Minnesota skies. Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #131. |
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