I am a noted bandit, Cole Younger is my name, To many a death procession

My friends I brought to shame.

Of robbing of a Northfield bank's

A thing I can't deny.

Now I'm a poor prisoner, In the Stillwater jail I lie.

The first of my many robberies

I will relate to you, Was a poor Californian miner, And the same will surely rue.

I taken from him his money, And I told him to go his way, The same will check my conscience

Until my dying day.

I went home

And brother Bob did say,&quot

We'll buy fine horses

And together ride away.&quot

We started out for Texas, That good old Lone Star State, All on the new prairie

There the James boys meet. (1)With knives and revolvers, We all set out to play, A-drinking good corn whisky, boys, To pass the time away.

The Union Pacific

We first did surprise, A-murdering of your own heart's blood

Would bring tears to your eyes.

Brother Bob was shot and wounded

All in Northfield he did lie, (2)All on the new prairie

There the bullion lie.(1) Should have been sung &quot

The James boys we did meet."(2) Should have been sung &quot

All in Northfield he did die."