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2011**lf**Writers: Michael Martin Murphey**lf****lf**I am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name**lf**And many a depredation, has brought my life to shame**lf**The robbing of the Northfield bank is a crime I''ll never deny**lf**I''m a lonesome prisoner, in the Stillwater jail I lie**lf****lf**When the Younger boys left Texas, that good old lone star state**lf**Out on the Nebraska prairies, the James boys, we did meet**lf**With knives, guns, and revolvers, we all sit down to play**lf**A good old game of poker, just to pass the time away**lf****lf**Out on the Nebraska prairie, a Denver train came along**lf**Says I to Bob, ''Let''s rob her as she goes rollin'' on''**lf**We kill the engineer and firemen, the conductor escaped alive**lf**But his body now lies moldin'', underneath the Nebraska sky**lf****lf**So we saddled up our horses and northword we did go**lf**To the God forsaken country they call Minnie-soh-tee-oh**lf**I had my eye upon the Northfield bank when brother Bob did say**lf**''Cole, if you undertake this job, you''ll always curse the day''**lf****lf**INTERLUDE**lf****lf****lf**The cashier of the Northfield bank refused our rubber band**lf**It was Frank James who pulled the trigger and killed that faithful man**lf**In vein we searched for the money while the battle raged outside**lf**''Til we found our only safety was a quick and a desperate ride**lf****lf**Come boys, let''s ride for life and death, there''s hundreds on our trail**lf**The Younger boys were wounded and we landed right in jail**lf**They''re taken us to the Stillwater prison to worry our lives away**lf**The James boys lived to tell the tale of that eventful day**lf****lf**I am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name