Belle Starr
Miss Myra Mabel Shirley was raised up in Missouri
Taught to be a lady, but she loved to shoot and ride
Her family moved to Texas, runnin' from the Yankees
In a velvet dress she'd ride through town shootin' at the sky
She loved to drink and gamble, and play her old piano
And raised a rucus like the west had never seen
She'd steal your horse, not your cattle
And she always rode side saddle
Dallas came to love the bandit queen
She married several gun men, but a great big Cherokee Indian
Was the one whose name she chose to be her own
"Bell Star" to all us outlaw from Texas back to Arkansas
We hid out in the rollin' hills of her Oklahoma home
We loved to drink and gamble, she'd play her old piano
And raised a rucus like the west had never seen
She'd steal your horse, not your cattle
And she always rode side saddle
Dallas came to love the bandit queen
She knew the James Gang and the youngers
And a shotgun put her under
Fired by Edgar Watson, a coward, not a man
Her sweet daughter tried to save her
But the Dallas mornin' paper said
"They Buried her in a pine box with her pistol in her hand"
Oh! She loved to drink and gamble, and play her old piano
And raised a rucus like the west had never seen
She'd steal your horse, not your cattle
And she always rode side saddle
Dallas will always love that bandit queen
Oh! And Dallas will always love that bandit queen
Taught to be a lady, but she loved to shoot and ride
Her family moved to Texas, runnin' from the Yankees
In a velvet dress she'd ride through town shootin' at the sky
She loved to drink and gamble, and play her old piano
And raised a rucus like the west had never seen
She'd steal your horse, not your cattle
And she always rode side saddle
Dallas came to love the bandit queen
She married several gun men, but a great big Cherokee Indian
Was the one whose name she chose to be her own
"Bell Star" to all us outlaw from Texas back to Arkansas
We hid out in the rollin' hills of her Oklahoma home
We loved to drink and gamble, she'd play her old piano
And raised a rucus like the west had never seen
She'd steal your horse, not your cattle
And she always rode side saddle
Dallas came to love the bandit queen
She knew the James Gang and the youngers
And a shotgun put her under
Fired by Edgar Watson, a coward, not a man
Her sweet daughter tried to save her
But the Dallas mornin' paper said
"They Buried her in a pine box with her pistol in her hand"
Oh! She loved to drink and gamble, and play her old piano
And raised a rucus like the west had never seen
She'd steal your horse, not your cattle
And she always rode side saddle
Dallas will always love that bandit queen
Oh! And Dallas will always love that bandit queen
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Writer(s): Joni Harms, Wood Newton
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