I was raised but a rambling boy Too many a city I did enjoy And there I married me a pretty little wife And I loved her dearer than I love my life She was pretty both neat and gay She caused me to rob the road highway I robbed it, yes, I do declare I made myself ten thousand there Plenty dry goods for to carry me through My pistol, swords are mighty two My forty four she never fails My true love comes for to go my bale My mother said she has no home My sister said she's all alone My wife she's left with despair With a broken heart and a baby there Now when I die don't bury me at all Just place me away in alcohol My forty four layin' by my feet Please tell them I am just asleep