Belle Starr Lyrics - Pete Seeger

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 

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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 

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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?