What fun reading these!
Well guess I kind of admire the outlaws of our past and Belle was a pretty interesting
and amazing woman.
Belle Starr - "I am a friend to any brave and gallant outlaw"
Born Myra Belle Shirley on Feb 5, 1848
Shot in the back and died Feb 3, 1889
THE DAY THAT THEY BURIED BELLE STARR
Well Cole Younger groaned and the sheriff got stoned,
On the day that they buried Belle Starr;
Ol' Willard filled her in, wiped the stubble on his chin,
And he told 'em all about it in the bar;
In the corner of the room, of that old Texican saloon,
Sat the 'Judge', with a town whore on his knee;
Said, "If I ever meet the man, that shot poor Belle I'll understand,
Then I'll shake him by the hand and set him free."
For twenty-one years, she spread heartaches and tears,
When she rode with the Youngers and the James;
There was fire in her eyes, but the real reasons why,
The history books never explain;
She had sex, poise and grace, and it showed in her face,
Say the old men who hang round the town;
But that didn't get her far, just a stone's throw from the bar,
Where they planted Belle Starr in the ground.