I've labored long and hard for bread For honor and for riches But on my corns too long you’ve tred You fine haired sons of bitches Here I lay me down to sleep To wait the coming morrow Perhaps success perhaps defeat And everlasting sorrow Let come what will I'll try it on My condition can't be worse And if theres money in that box Tis munny in my purse” Black Bart The Po8 Stagecoach Robber Circa 1878