Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone Since old Oklahomas sandhills you did roam? Is it Heavens wide streets that youre tying your reins Or singlefooting somewhere below? Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore Cole Younger was your first and the father of your girl And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line But I heard he was pardoned after Twenty Years time Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame I heard he stopped a bullet in Eighteen Eighty Five And your Blue Ducks no longer alive You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed A pal killed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon Then there was Bob Younger you loved him well He rode with the James boys out down the long trail They caught him in Minnesota along with the gang He died down in jail in the cell or the chain You loved Mister William Clarke Quantrill And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills He hit Lawrence Kansas and fought them still And when he rode out Two Hundred lay killed They say could have, they whisper you might Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death Then in Nineteen Fifteen Frank drawed his last breath They say it could be, they say maybe so That you loved Jesse James that desperado Jesse got married, had a wife and a son Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers guns Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your times getting late But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done And he blowed his own brains out in Nineteen and One Eight men they say combed that black waving hair Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where have you gone Since old Oklahomas sand hills you did roam? Is it Heavens wide streets that youre tying your reins Or singlefooting somewhere below?
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