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1993**lf**Writer: Michael Martin Murphey**lf**with Hal Ketchum**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**Now I''m [?] prisoner in the Stillwater jail I lie**lf****lf**When the Younger gang 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 prairies, but then a train came along**lf**Says I to Bob, ''Let''s rob her as she goes rollin'' on''**lf**We kill the engine, [?] and firemen**lf**The conductor escaped alive**lf****lf**Their bodies now lie moldy, underneath the Nebraska sky**lf**Saddled up our horses, and northword we did go**lf**To the god forsaken country called Minnie-soh-tee-oh**lf**I had my eye on the Northfield bank when brother Bob did say**lf**''Cole, if you undertake this job, you''ll always curse the day''**lf****lf**I am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name**lf**I am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger**lf****lf**Cashier of the Northfield bank, refused our rubber band**lf**It was Frank James that pulled the trigger, and killed that faithful man**lf**In vein we searched for the money, while the battle raged outside**lf**''Til we saw 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**Us Younger boys were doomed to fate, and landed right in jail**lf**They''ve taken us to the Stillwater jail, to worry our lives away**lf**The James boys they can tell the tale, of that eventful day**lf****lf**Cole Younger**lf**I am a highway bandit man, Cole Younger is my name