Sung by: Oscar Gilbert
Recorded in Timbo, AR, 7/18/53

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I am a noted highwayman;
Cole Younger is my name.
Our deeds of desperadoes
Have led to a many of shame.
While robbing of the Northfield Bank
Is a deed I'll never deny,
Is a deed that I'll be sorry of
Until the day I die.

We buy the fastest horses
And then ride out of town,
All on the prairie mountains.
James Boys, we set down
With knives and cards, revolvers;
We all set down to play,
Drinking of good whiskey, boys,
For to pass the time away.

We then got on our horses,
And northward we did go--
That God-forsaken little town
Called Minnesot-e-o.
Cole had his eye on the Northfield Bank.
His brother Bob did say,
Says, "Cole, if you undertake the job,
You'll surely curse the day."

We stationed out our pickets;
We rode up to the town,
And on that counter,
We struck our fatal blow.
Says, "Hand us over your money, boys,"
Cole's brother Bob did say.
"We are the noted Younger boys;
We spare no time to pray."

We then got on our horses
And started out of town.
The officer pursued us,
And Jim was shot down,
While two of the brave companions
Made it home alive,
While three of the brave companions lays
Between the Minnesota skies.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #131.

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