around the campfire they sat
big thin and little fat
the night was dark and cold
but they were outlaws bold
thin had chosen the outlaw way
and had preached the gospel in his day
but had come to realize
all was not white clouds and blue skies
fat had managed to find employ
as a smiling delivery boy
but that was long ago
before he grew old and slow
the world was growing soft
but freedom’s banner they held aloft
resolved, if you please
to bring civilization to its knees
they had a plan to rob the mail
and they thought it could not fail
the train was filled with greenbacks green
more than they had ever seen
they would have to find cover
until the fuss would over blow over
the federal men would scratch their heads
while fat and thin slept in their beds
such has been the plan
of outlaws since the world began
told in story, sung in song
but something always goes wrong
they were the last of a long line
stretching back to the dawn of time
robin hood, jack shepherd. jesse james
and other glorious names
but despite their deeds so brave
humans are still slaves
bankers smoke cigars at ease
with silver teacups on their knees
the night grows darker and colder
the outlaws grow feebler and older
will the train come round the bend
before the world comes to an end?
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