Lyrics:

1993Writer: Michael Martin Murpheywith Hal KetchumI am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my nameAnd many a depredation, has brought my life to shameThe robbing of the Northfield bank is a crime I''ll never denyNow I''m [?] prisoner in the Stillwater jail I lieWhen the Younger gang left Texas, that good old lone star stateOut on the Nebraska prairies, the James boys, we did meetWith knives, guns, and revolvers, we all sit down to playA good old game of poker, just to pass the time awayOut on the Nebraska prairies, but then a train came alongSays I to Bob, ''Let''s rob her as she goes rollin'' on''We kill the engine, [?] and firemenThe conductor escaped aliveTheir bodies now lie moldy, underneath the Nebraska skySaddled up our horses, and northword we did goTo the god forsaken country called Minnie-soh-tee-ohI had my eye on the Northfield bank when brother Bob did say''Cole, if you undertake this job, you''ll always curse the day''I am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my nameI am a highway bandit man, Cole YoungerCashier of the Northfield bank, refused our rubber bandIt was Frank James that pulled the trigger, and killed that faithful manIn vein we searched for the money, while the battle raged outside''Til we saw our only safety, was a quick and a desperate rideCome boys let''s ride for life and death, there''s hundreds on our trailUs Younger boys were doomed to fate, and landed right in jailThey''ve taken us to the Stillwater jail, to worry our lives awayThe James boys they can tell the tale, of that eventful dayCole YoungerI am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name