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Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me you have gone
old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're your reins
Or single footing somewhere

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

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

Your Cherokee lover, Blue was his name
He loved you in the hills before your great fame
I he stopped a bullet in 1885
And your Blue no longer alive

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

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

You loved Mr. Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them
And when he rode out, two hundred lay

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

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

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

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

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