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I AM one of a band of highwaymen, Cole Younger is my name; My crimes and depredations have brought my friends
to shame; The robbing of the Northfield Bank, the same I
can't deny, For now I am a prisoner, in the Stillwater jail I lie.
'Tis of a bold, high robbery, a story to you I'll tell,
Of a California miner who unto us befell;
We robbed him of his money and bid him go his
way, For which I will be sorry until my dying day.
And then we started homeward, when brother Bob
did say: " Now, Cole, we will buy fast horses and on them
ride away. We will ride to avenge our father's death and try to
win the prize; We will fight those anti-guerrillas until the day we
And then we rode towards Texas, that good old
Lone Star State,
But on Nebraska's prairies the James boys we did