BELLE STARR Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name, Kissed you in the sand hills before your great fame. Duck stopped a bullet Eighteen Eighty Five, And Blue Duck's no longer alive. You took Jim Reed to warm your wedding bed, Out of your love was born your boy, Ed. Some pal killed Jim Reed in the dark of the moon, Your son, Ed, got blowed down in a drunken saloon. Bob Younger came next, and you loved him well, Bob rode with them James boys off down the long trail. Bob was caught in Minnesota with all of the gang, Bob died down in jail by the long rusty chain. You made love to William Clarke Quantrill, And Clark's Civil War guerrillas in Missouri's blue hills; Quantrill hit Lawrence, Kansas, and he fought 'em dead still; When he rode out, two hundred lay killed. You tell me you could have, you whispered you might, Loved Frank James yonder a couple of nights; Frank fought the Midland Railroad almost to death, 'Round nineteen fifteen Frank drew his last breath. Belle Starr, Belle Starr, my time's getting late; I've told you all eight, now, I've told you their fate; Your man, Jesse James, had one wife and one son; Jess got shot down at home by the Ford brothers' gun. Eight men, they say, combed your black wavy hair; Eight men knew the feel of your dark leather waist; Eight men loved your tan leather circling skirt; Eight men heard the barks of the guns that you wore. (chorus) Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where did you roam (go)? Since old Oklahoma's sandhills you did roam? Is it Heaven's wide streets now you're tying your reins Are you single-footing somewhere below? Da "The Woody Guthrie songbook" (vedi bibliografia) canzoni