Dock Boggs Cole Younger Lyrics

I am a noted bandit, Cole Younger is my name, To many a death procession
My friends I brought to shame.
Of robbing of a Northfield bank's
A thing I can't deny.
Now I'm a poor prisoner, In the Stillwater jail I lie.
The first of my many robberies
I will relate to you, Was a poor Californian miner, And the same will surely rue.
I taken from him his money, And I told him to go his way, The same will check my conscience
Until my dying day.
I went home
And brother Bob did say,&quot
We'll buy fine horses
And together ride away.&quot
We started out for Texas, That good old Lone Star State, All on the new prairie There the James boys meet. (1)With knives and revolvers, We all set out to play, A-drinking good corn whisky, boys, To pass the time away.
The Union Pacific
We first did surprise, A-murdering of your own heart's blood
Would bring tears to your eyes.
Brother Bob was shot and wounded
All in Northfield he did lie, (2)All on the new prairie
There the bullion lie.(1) Should have been sung &quot
The James boys we did meet."(2) Should have been sung &quot
All in Northfield he did die."

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