Cryderville Jail

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 wore
 Cole 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 time
 Your 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 alive
 You 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 saloon
 Then 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 chain
 You 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 killed
 They 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 breath
 They 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' guns
 Belle 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 one
 Eight 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 wore
 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?