Black Bart

Black Bart

Black Bart, the old-west

Gentleman crook,

His name's inscribed in the

History books,

'Cause he made his wages

Robbing twenty-eight stages,

Black Bart, the old-west

Gentleman crook.

He never raised his voice

No one ever heard him curse,

Now and then, he'd leave behind

A note he wrote in verse,

He never hurt the drivers

Left the passengers alone,

They said he was the nicest crook

The West had ever known.

Black Bart, the old-west

Gentleman crook,

His name's inscribed in the

History books,

'Cause he made his wages

Robbing twenty-eight stages,

Black Bart, the old-west

Gentleman crook.

Some folks thought he was a ghost

Since he never left a trace,

They all said he robbed them

With a style and grace,

Even when they caught him

And tried him for his crime,

His good behavior got him out

Before he served his time.

Black Bart, the old-west

Gentleman crook,

His name's inscribed in the

History books,

'Cause he made his wages

  Robbing twenty-eight stages,

  Black Bart, the old-west

  Gentleman crook.

p.s. In case you are a member of a Bluegrass, Folk, or Western group (or know someone who is) and might be interested in co-writing, please let me know.  This lyric has already been recorded and released, but I have a lot that haven't. dennisgoodwin1947@gmail.com