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- I am a highway bandit man; Cole Younger is my name.
- Though many a depredation has brought my life to shame.
- The robbing of the Northfield Bank, was a shame I'll never deny.
- I'm doomed a poor prisoner; in the Stillwater jail I lie.
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- 'Tis one of the high robberies, the truth to you I'll tell,
- A Californie miner whose fate to us befell.
- Said "Hand your money over, make no long delay."
- A trick that I'll be sorry for until my dying day.
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- Then we left good old Texas, that good old Lone Star State;
- Out on 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 to pass the time away.
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- Out on the Nebraska prairie the Denver came along,
- Says Ike to Bob "Let's rob her as she goes a rollin' on."
- Killed the engineer and fireman, conductor escaped alive.
- And their bodies now lie molding beneath the Nebraska skies.
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- We saddled up our horses and northward we did go
- To the God-forsaken country called Min-ne-so-te-o.
- Had my eye upon the Northfield Bank, when my brother Bob did say:
- "Cole, if you undertake that job, you'll always curse the day."
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- We stationed out our pickets and up to the bank did go,
- It was there upon the counter I struck my fatal blow.
- Sayin' "Hand your money over and make no long delay;
- We are the noted Younger boys, and allow no time to stay".
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- They've taken us to the Stillwater jail,
- to worry our lives away,
- The James boys can tell the tale of that eventful day.
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