I am a noted bandit
Cole Younger is my name
To many a d**h 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
"We'll buy fine horses
And together ride away"
We started out for Texas
That good old Lone Star State
All on the new prairie
There the James boys meet / The James boys we did meet
With knives and revolvers
We all set out to play
A-drinking good corn whisky, boys
To pa** 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 / All in Northfield he did die
All on the new prairie
There the bullion lie