Lyrics

To your hands I give you Aboard from Hawaii The ship they call Northern Light A fugitive One of three highwaymen Who stopped the Pixley train that night About 8 PM 22 February We forced 7 thousand in gold Two were killed in the melee A fireman of the train And a passenger from Modesto The leader was an Insurance agent, this I know The third man set for Remote islands near the equator When he found the ship Would not put in there There's reason to believe he set her on fire When our bomb exploded Buckshot unloaded We three made off in dire To the Right Honorable American Council To the Hawaiian King I swear before Notary To make a clean breast Of the whole thing In hope of salvation For surely I'll be found before port Before Postal authorities can act I surrender myself unto the reward Since I was taken From the Napa asylum And put on a whaler for my own good I told the Captain Not to let me ashore Except under guard If no faith is placed In this letter You are letting a brigand free The passenger coaches Were not molested Violence I can't see
Writer(s): Cass Mccombs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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