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Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you gone
Since old sandhills you did roam?
Is it Heaven's wide streets that you're your reins
Or singlefooting below?

Eight they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the of your tan leather skirt
Eight men the bark of the guns that you wore.

Younger was your first and the father of your girl
And the name that you picked for daughter was Pearl
Cole robbed a and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after Years time.

Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the hills before your great fame
I heard he a bullet in Eighteen Eighty Five
And your Duck's no longer alive.

You took Jim Reed to your wedding bed
And from out of your love was the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by the of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a saloon.

Then was Bob Younger you loved him well
He with the James boys out down the long trail
They caught him in along with the gang
He down in jail in the cell or the chain.

You loved Mister William Quantrill
And his Civil War in the Missouri hills
He hit Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out Two lay killed.

They say could have, they you might
Have loved Frank on a couple of nights
He fought the Midland Railroad to death
in Nineteen Fifteen Frank drawed his last breath.

They say it be, they say maybe so,
That you loved James that desperado,
got married, had a wife and a son,
Was shot down at by the Ford brothers guns.

Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late,
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?He was jailed and pardoned for all he had done,
And he blowed his own out in Nineteen and One.

men they say combed that black waving hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark waist
Eight men heard the of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the of the guns that you wore.

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where have you
old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it Heaven's wide streets you're tying your reins
Or singlefooting below?