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Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you gone
Since old Oklahoma's hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your
Or footing somewhere below?

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

Cole Younger was your first and the of your girl
And the name that you picked for your was Pearl
robbed a bank and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years

Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the hills before your great fame
I heard he a bullet in 1885
And your Blue Duck's no longer

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

Then there was Bob Younger, you him so well
He rode with the James Boys out on the long
Well, they him in Minnesota along with the gang
And he down in jail in the cell or the chain

You loved Mr. William Clarke
And his War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought still
And when he out, two hundred lay killed

They say you could have, whispered you might
loved Frank James on a couple of nights
He fought the Midland Railroad almost to
in 1915 Frank drawed his last breath

They say it could be, say maybe so
you loved Jesse James, that desperado
Jesse got married, had a and a son
Was shot at home by the Ford brothers' guns

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

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

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that tying your reins
Or single somewhere below?