Pete Seeger - Cryderville Jail lyrics

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam? Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins Or single footing somewhere below? Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore Cole Younger was your first and the father of your girl And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years time Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885 And your Blue Duck's no longer alive You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed A pal k**ed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well He rode with the James Boys out on the long trail Well, they caught him in Minnesota along with the gang And he died down in jail in the cell or the chain You loved Mr. William Clarke Quantrill And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still And when he rode out, two hundred lay k**ed They say you could have, they whispered you might Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights He fought the Midland Railroad almost to d**h Then in 1915 Frank drawed his last breath They say it could be, they say maybe so That you loved Jesse James, that desperado Jesse got married, had a wife and a son Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate? He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done And he blowed out his own brains in nineteen and one Eight men they say combed that waving black hair Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam? Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins Or single footing somewhere below?