Cole Younger lyrics

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 a poor prisoner, 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 sit down to play
A good old game of poker, just to pass the time away

Out on the Nebraska prairies, but then a train came along
Says I to Bob, "Let's rob her as she goes rollin' on"
We kill the engine there and fire men
The conductor escaped alive
Their bodies now lie moldy, underneath the Nebraska sky
Saddled up our horses, and northword we did go
To the god forsaken country called Minnie-soh-tee-oh
I had my eye on the Northfield bank when 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

Cashier of the Northfield bank, refused our robber band
It was Frank James that pulled the trigger, and killed that faithful man
In vein we searched for the money, while the battle raged outside
'Til we saw our only safety, was a quick and a desperate ride
Come boys let's ride for life and death, there's hundreds on our trail
Us Younger boys were doomed to fate, 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