Sung by: Mr. and Mrs. Berry Sutterfield
Recorded in Marshall, AR 6/14/63

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(Mr. Sutterfield: "Now, don't you go to making fun of me."
Mrs. Sutterfield: "Well now . . .")

Well, I am a noted highwayman;
Cole Younger is my name.
Of a many a desperado
That's brought my friends to shame,
By the robbing of the Northfield Bank,
In which I can deny,
And now I am a poor prisoner;
In the Stillwater jails I lie.

Oh, we rode by fast horses,
And brother Bob did say,
"We will buy fast horses
On which to ride away,
And strive o'er our father's range,
And seek to win the prize,
And we'll fight those anti-guerillas
Until the day we die."

We started out for Texas,
That good old Lone Star state.
All out toward the borders,
The James boys we did meet.
With knives and revolvers
We all sat down to play,
And a bottle of good old liquor, boys,
To pass the time away.

The Union Pacific Railway,
We next on them surprised,
And the boring of their bloody hands
Brought tears into their eyes.
The fireman and engineer man killed;
The conductor 'scaped his life.
Their bodies now lie sleeping
Beneath the Nebraska burning skies.

We saddled up our horses,
And northward we did go
To that good old country
Called Minnesota-to.
We had our eyes on the Northfield Bank
When brother Bob did say,
"Cole, if you undertake the job,
You'll always curse the day."

But then we took our stations,
And to the bank did go.
It was I, across the counter,
That struck my fatal blow,
Saying, "Hand us over your money, boys,
And make no delay.
We are the noted Younger boys,
And spare no time to pray."

(Comment by Dr. Wolf: "Ah, that's good. That's a good one.")

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

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