Cole Younger

I am a highway bandit man
Cole Younger is my name
And many a depredation has brought my life to shame
The robbin' of the Northfield bank is a crime I'll never deny
Now I'm doomed dead for prison
In the Stillwater jail I lie

When the Younger gang 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 sat down to play
A good old game of poker, just to pass the time away

Out on the Nebraska prairies
The Denver train came along
Says I to Bob, "Let's rob her as she goes a rollin' on"
We killed the engineer and fireman; the conductor escaped alive
Their bodies now lie moldy, underneath the Nebraska sky

Saddled up our horses, and Northward we would go
To the God-forsaken country called Minnesot-e-o
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."

(I am a highway bandit man; Cole Younger is my name)
(I am a highway bandit man; Cole Younger is my name)

'Cashier of the Northfield bank refused our robber band
It was Frank James that pulled the trigger
And killed that faithful man
In vain we searched for the money
While the battle raged outside
Till we saw our only safety
Was a quick and desperate ride
"Come, boys, let's ride for life and death!
There's a hundreds on our trail!"

Us Younger boys were doomed to fail
And landed right in jail
They've taken us to the Stillwater jail
To worry our lives away
The James boys, they can tell the tale
Of that eventful day

(Cole Younger...)
I am a highway bandit man
Cole Younger is my name