Cole Younger - Kane's River

I am a reckless highway man, 
Cole Younger is my name
My crimes and depredations 
Have brought my life to shame
For the robbing of a Northfield bank, 
That I can't deny
Now I'm here in prison, in Stillwater jail I lie

It's of a bold high robbery, 
A story I will tell
Of a California miner 
Whose fate to us befell
We robbed him of his money and then 
Bade him go his way
For that I will be sorry until my dying day

Then we rode toward Texas, 
That good old Lone Star state
On Nebraska's praries 
The James boys we did meet
We saddled up our horses 
And northward we did ride
Into Minnesota, our six guns at our sides

My eye was on the Northfield bank 
And Brother Bob did say
"If we undertake the job 
We'll surely curse the day"
But we stationed out our pickets 
And up to the bank did go
It was there upon the counter 
We struck our fatal blow

But the cashier, being brave and bold, 
Denied our noted band
Jesse James fired the shot 
That killed that noble man
In vain, we searched the money drawers 
While the battle raged outside
Until we saw our safety was 
A quick and desperate ride

So come on boys and ride for life 
There's hundreds on our trail
We soon were overtaken 
And landed right in jail
In Stillwater jail I lie 
Wearing my life away
Let Frank and Jesse tell the tale 
Of that sad, eventful day
I am a reckless highway man, 
Cole Younger is my name