I am a reckless highwayman Cole Younger is my name And feats of desperation Has caused my friends much shame For the robbing of the Northfield bank My friends, I cant deny For which I am a prisoner In the Stillwater jail, I lie All my daring robberies A story, I will tell Of a California miner On whom Is befell I robbed him of his money And made my getaway For which I will be sorry Until my dyin day We started out for Texas When brother Bob did say Fast horses we must ride To revenge our fathers day. On them fast horses We went to win the prize And well fight them antiguerrilla boys Until the day we die We started off for Texas That good old Lone Star State Across the Nebraska prairies The James boys we did meet With guns, and knives, and pistols We all sat down to play While drinking that bad whiskey To pass the time away We saddled up our ponies And headed north to go That godforsaken country they call Minnesoteo Cause I had my eye on the Northfield bank When brother Bob did say If you undertake that job, son You sure will curse the day. We stationed out our pickets Up to the bank did go It was there behind the counter, boys I struck my fatal blow Then hand us all your money, man Give us no delay For we are the noted Younger boys And weve got no time to play. But the cashier, being brave and bold Denied our noted band Jessie fired the shot that killed Killed that noble man In vain, we searched the money drawers While the battle raged outside Until we saw our safety was A quick and desperate ride So, cmon boys, ride for your life Theres hundreds on our trail We soon were overtaken And landed right in jail In Stillwater jail, I lay Wearin my life away Now let the James boys tell the tale Of that eventful day I am a reckless highwayman Cole Younger is my name
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