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Lyrics for Belle Starr by Guthrie Woody:
| | | Artist: | Guthrie Woody |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Belle Starr | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 62 | | | | Lyrics: | BELLE STARR
by Woody Guthrie
tune by Pete Seeger and Jack Elliot
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 the reins
Or single footing somewheres
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 love, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hill 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 wedded 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 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 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 his own brains out
in nineteen and one
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
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 the reins
Or single footing somewheres below
@outlaw @west
@America
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