Belle Starr

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

Since old Oklahoma's sandhills you did roam?

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

Or singlefooting 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 Eighteen Eighty Five

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 well

He rode with the James boys out down the long trail

They caught him in Minnesota along with the gang

He died down in jail in the cell or the chain.

You loved Mister 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 could have, they whisper you might

Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights

He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death

Then in Nineteen Fifteen 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 his own brains out in Nineteen and One.

Eight men they say combed that black waving 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 have you gone

Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?

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

Or singlefooting somewhere below?