"The Ballad Of Cole Younger" lyrics
I'm a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name
And many a depredation, brought my life to shame
The robbing of the Northfield bank is a crime I'll never deny
I'm a lonesome prisoner, in the Stillwater jail I lie
When the Younger boys left Texas, that good old lone star state
Out on the Nebraska prairies, the James boys, we did meet
With knives, guns, and revolvers, we all sit down to play
A good old game of poker, just to pass the time away
Out on the Nebraska prairie, a Denver train came along
Says I to Bob, "Let's rob her as she goes rollin' on"
Killed the engineer and the fire men, the conductor escaped alive
But his body now lies moldy, underneath the Nebraska sky
We saddled up our horses, and northward we did go
To the god-forsaken country they called Minnie-soh-tee-oh
I had my eye upon the Northfield bank when my brother Bob did say
"Cole, if you undertake this job, you'll always curse the day"
The cashier of the Northfield bank, refused our robber band
It was Frank James who pulled the trigger, and killed that faithful man
In vain we searched for the money, while the battle raged outside
'Til we found our only safety, was a quick and a desperate ride
Come boys let's ride for life and death, there's a hundred on our trail
The Younger boys were wounded, and were landed right in jail
They've taken us to the Stillwater prison, to worry our lives away
But the James boys live to tell the tale, of that eventful day
I'm a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name
And many a depredation, brought my life to shame
The robbing of the Northfield bank is a crime I'll never deny
I'm a lonesome prisoner, in the Stillwater jail I lie
When the Younger boys left Texas, that good old lone star state
Out on the Nebraska prairies, the James boys, we did meet
With knives, guns, and revolvers, we all sit down to play
A good old game of poker, just to pass the time away
Out on the Nebraska prairie, a Denver train came along
Says I to Bob, "Let's rob her as she goes rollin' on"
Killed the engineer and the fire men, the conductor escaped alive
But his body now lies moldy, underneath the Nebraska sky
We saddled up our horses, and northward we did go
To the god-forsaken country they called Minnie-soh-tee-oh
I had my eye upon the Northfield bank when my brother Bob did say
"Cole, if you undertake this job, you'll always curse the day"
The cashier of the Northfield bank, refused our robber band
It was Frank James who pulled the trigger, and killed that faithful man
In vain we searched for the money, while the battle raged outside
'Til we found our only safety, was a quick and a desperate ride
Come boys let's ride for life and death, there's a hundred on our trail
The Younger boys were wounded, and were landed right in jail
They've taken us to the Stillwater prison, to worry our lives away
But the James boys live to tell the tale, of that eventful day
I'm a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name
