Uploaded September 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
LYRICS:
Out in California in eighteen-seventy-five
An outlaw robbed a stagecoach and a story came alive
Wearing an old duster and a flour sack on his head
With holes cut out for eyes he soon caused fear and dread
There on the mountain road a shotgun in his hands
He barred the driver's path and called out his demands
"Throw down to me the strongbox and the mail sacks too!
Now do just as I say and no harm will come to you!"
The driver filled with terror did as he was told
He did not care to die for money or for gold
The passengers kept silent and the outlaw let them be
He never even robbed them of their cash or jewellery
He let the stagecoach go and never fired his gun
Then took off with his haul -- an outlaw on the run
A posse soon was formed but all to no avail
They found the empty strongbox but could not find a trail
Some said he'd simply vanished -- that ghosts don't need to run
No man on earth could track him -- the legend had begun
Then soon another stagecoach was robbed just like before
The outlaw grabbed the loot and disappeared once more
He left a rhyming note which would become a trait
And signed it at the bottom -- Black Bart the P-0-8
Several hold-ups later his luck ran out like sand
A gunman on the stagecoach shot Black Bart in the hand
Bart managed to escape and left no easy trail
But could not hide his wound from lawmen on his tail
The judge sent Bart to prison -- the outlaw took it well
Sentenced to six years in a cold San Quentin cell
But due to good behaviour Black Bard served only four
He then regained his freedom to walk the streets once
Wells Fargo it was rumoured decided there and then
To pay the man a pension so he would not rob again
Whate'er the truth may be the stagecoach safely ran
And no-one else was robbed by Black Bart highwayman
They say that he moved east to live a life of ease
That crime for once did pay -- he'd proved it if you please
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"Ballad of Black Bart" - Words & Music copyright
Robert Haigh 2024
#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
LYRICS:
Out in California in eighteen-seventy-five
An outlaw robbed a stagecoach and a story came alive
Wearing an old duster and a flour sack on his head
With holes cut out for eyes he soon caused fear and dread
There on the mountain road a shotgun in his hands
He barred the driver's path and called out his demands
"Throw down to me the strongbox and the mail sacks too!
Now do just as I say and no harm will come to you!"
The driver filled with terror did as he was told
He did not care to die for money or for gold
The passengers kept silent and the outlaw let them be
He never even robbed them of their cash or jewellery
He let the stagecoach go and never fired his gun
Then took off with his haul -- an outlaw on the run
A posse soon was formed but all to no avail
They found the empty strongbox but could not find a trail
Some said he'd simply vanished -- that ghosts don't need to run
No man on earth could track him -- the legend had begun
Then soon another stagecoach was robbed just like before
The outlaw grabbed the loot and disappeared once more
He left a rhyming note which would become a trait
And signed it at the bottom -- Black Bart the P-0-8
Several hold-ups later his luck ran out like sand
A gunman on the stagecoach shot Black Bart in the hand
Bart managed to escape and left no easy trail
But could not hide his wound from lawmen on his tail
The judge sent Bart to prison -- the outlaw took it well
Sentenced to six years in a cold San Quentin cell
But due to good behaviour Black Bard served only four
He then regained his freedom to walk the streets once
Wells Fargo it was rumoured decided there and then
To pay the man a pension so he would not rob again
Whate'er the truth may be the stagecoach safely ran
And no-one else was robbed by Black Bart highwayman
They say that he moved east to live a life of ease
That crime for once did pay -- he'd proved it if you please
___________________________________________________________
"Ballad of Black Bart" - Words & Music copyright
Robert Haigh 2024
#notautotuned #notpitchcorrected
