Pete Seeger - Cryderville Jail lyrics

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?