Belle Starr

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone

Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?

Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins

Or single footing somewhere below?Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair

Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist

Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt

Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you woreCole Younger was your first and the father of your girl

And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl

Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line

But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years timeYour Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name

He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame

I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885

And your Blue Duck's no longer aliveYou took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed

And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed

A pal killed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon

And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloonThen there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well

He rode with the James Boys out on the long trail

Well, they caught him in Minnesota along with the gang

And he died down in jail in the cell or the chainYou loved Mr. William Clarke Quantrill

And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills

He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still

And when he rode out, two hundred lay killedThey say you could have, they whispered you might

Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights

He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death

Then in 1915 Frank drawed his last breathThey say it could be, they say maybe so

That you loved Jesse James, that desperado

Jesse got married, had a wife and a son

Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' gunsBelle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late

But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?

He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done

And he blowed out his own brains in nineteen and oneEight men they say combed that waving black hair

Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist

Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt

Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you woreBelle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone

Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?

Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins

Or single footing somewhere below?