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Cole Younger |
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With knives, guns, and revolvers we all sat down to
play, A-drinking of good whiskey to pass the time away.
A Union Pacific railway train was the next we did surprise,
And the crimes done by our bloody, hands bring tears into my eyes.
The engineerman and fireman killed, the conductor escaped alive,
And now their bones lie mouldering beneath Nebraska's skies.
Then we saddled horses, northwestward we did go, To the God-forsaken country called Min-ne-so-te-o; I had my eye on the Northfield bank when brother
Bob did say, " Now, Cole, if you undertake the job, you will
surely curse the day."
But I stationed out my pickets and up to the bank
did go, And there upon the counter I struck my fatal blow. " Just hand us over your money and make no further
delay, We are the famous Younger brothers, we spare no
time to pray." |
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