Cole Younger Lyrics

I am a noted bandit,Cole Younger is my name,To many a death processionMy friends I brought to shame.Of robbing of a Northfield bank'sA thing I can't deny.Now I'm a poor prisoner,In the Stillwater jail I lie.The first of my many robberiesI 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 conscienceUntil my dying day.I went homeAnd brother Bob did say,"We'll buy fine horsesAnd together ride away."We started out for Texas,That good old Lone Star State,All on the new prairieThere 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 PacificWe first did surprise,A-murdering of your own heart's bloodWould bring tears to your eyes.Brother Bob was shot and woundedAll in Northfield he did lie, (2)All on the new prairieThere the bullion lie.(1) Should have been sung "The James boys we did meet."(2) Should have been sung "All in Northfield he did die."