[00:04.36]I am a noted highwayman,
[00:07.74]Cole Younger is my name;
[00:11.54]'Tis deeds and desperation
[00:14.45]that brought my name to shame.
[00:18.93]Robbing of the Northfield bank is
[00:22.42]a thing I'll never deny,
[00:25.82]But which I will be sorry of
[00:29.40]until the day I die.
[00:32.84]We started for old Texas,
[00:36.27]that grand old Lone Star State;
[00:40.01]'Twas there on Nebraska prairies
[00:43.42]the James Boys we did meet.
[00:46.88]With knives, gun, and revolvers,
[00:50.41]we all sit down to play
[00:53.83]A game of good old poker
[00:57.07]to pass the time away.
[01:00.78]Across Nebraska prairies
[01:04.19]a Denver train we spy.
[01:07.71]I says to Bob, "We'll rob her
[01:11.16]as she goes rolling by."
[01:14.79]We saddled up our horses,
[01:18.01]northwestward we did go
[01:21.54]To the godforsaken country
[01:25.25]called Minnie-soh-tee-oh.
[01:28.44]I had my eye on the Northfield bank
[01:31.75]when brother Bob did say,
[01:35.14]"Cole, if you under-to-take the job,
[01:38.27]you'll always curse the day."
[01:41.79]We stationed out our pickets,
[01:45.13]up to the bank did go,
[01:48.62]'Twas there upon the counter,
[01:51.24]boys, we struck our fatal blow.
[01:55.44]Saying, "Hand us out your money,
[01:58.18]sir, and make no long delay.
[02:02.23]We are the noted Younger boys,
[02:05.26]and spend no time in play."
[02:08.94]The cashier, being as true as steel,
[02:12.15]refused our noted band.
[02:15.69]'Twas Jesse James that pulled the trigger
[02:18.44]that killed this noble man.
[02:22.52]We run for life, for death was near,
[02:24.28]four hundred on our trail.
[02:29.44]We soon was overtaken
[02:32.94]and landed safe in jail.
[02:36.48]'Twas there in the Stillwater jail we lay,
[02:39.85]a-wearing our lives away.
[02:43.12]Two James boys left to tell the tale
[02:46.57]of the sad and fateful day.
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