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COLE YOUNGER Sung by: Robert B. Stark Recorded in Miller, AR, 6/23/53 Click here to listen to the original recording Cole Younger is my name. And it's many depredations Have brought my friends to shame, While robbing of the Northfield Bank, I never can deny. But now I am a poor prisoner; In Stillwater jail I lie. We saddled up our horses, And we will ride away. We'll ride in revenge of our father's death, Until our dying day, And fight the north guerillas Until the day we die. The first bold robbing I ever done Brought tears into my eyes: I robbed a California miner; I bid him go his way. I robbed him of his good money And bid him go his way, And it's that I shall be sorry of Until my dying day. We started out for Texas, That good old Lone Star state. 'Twas on the Nebraska prairie, The James boys we did meet. With swords, bowie knives, revolver, We all began to play, And drinking of good whiskey, boys, To pass the time away. 'Twas there we met the U.P. train; We took her on surprise. Killed fireman, engineerman-- Conductor escaped alive. We robbed them of their good money, Condemned them all to die, And it's now their bodies lie moldering Beneath the Nebraska sky. We saddled up our horses And northful we did go To the God-forsaken country Called Minnesot-e-oo. I had my eyes on the Northfield Bank When Brother Bob did say, "If ever you attempt that, Cole, You'll sure regret the day." We stationed out our pickets; Up to the bank did go. 'Twas there upon the counter We struck our fatal blow. Says we, "Hand up your money, And make no further delay, For we're the noted Younger boys. We spare you no time to play." Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #131. |
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