The Battle of Northfield's Begun
Somebody special just rode into Northfield,
Somebody famous and bold,
Long linen dusters concealing their pistols,
They’ve come to steal all our gold.
James boys and Youngers, they’re up from Missouri,
Riding so slow into town,
Mighty warm welcome in South Minnesota,
We’re going to cut that gang down.
Peace-loving farmers, we’re New England Yankees,
Swedes and Norwegians here too.
We’ve got a college and we’ve got some churches,
We’ve got a bank, yes we do.
Up to the windows and ready your rifles,
The Battle of Northfield’s begun!
Blasting those bandits right out of their saddles,
Dropping them dead in the sun,
The Battle of Northfield’s begun,
The Battle of Northfield’s begun!
Mister Gustavson, he couldn’t speak English,
He didn’t do what they said,
After they killed him they murdered another:
Bank-teller shot in the head.
Out in the street, now we’re using our shotguns,
This time we’ve evened the score.
‘Couple of outlaws stretched out on the sidewalk:
They won’t rob banks anymore.
We’ll put Cole Younger in Stillwater Prison,
Twenty-five years in a cell.
Time to think over September the seventh,
Northfield turned into hell.
Up to the windows and ready your rifles,
The Battle of Northfield’s begun!
Blasting those bandits right out of their saddles,
Dropping them dead in the sun.
The Battle of Northfield’s begun!
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