Roll along, roll on
Rose of cimarron
Dusty days are gone
Rose of cimarron
Shadows touch the sand
and look to see whos standin
Waitin at your window, watchin will they ever show?
Can you hear them calling?
you know they have fallen on
Campfires cold and dark
that never see a spark burn bright
Roll along, roll on
Rose of cimarron
Dusty days are gone
Rose of cimarron
Trails that brought them home echo names they've known
Four days high and lonely comin to you only
Youre the one theyd turn to the only one they knew whod do
All her best to be around when the chips were down
Hearts like yours belong
Following the dawn
Wrapped up in a song
Rose of cimarron
On the afternoon of September 1, 1893, while several members of the gang were holed up in George Ransom’s saloon in Ingalls, Oklahoma they were involved in a gun battle with U.S. marshals. After the lawmen surrounded the saloon demanding that the outlaws surrender, Doolin's response was, "Go to hell." As the guns began to blast and a hail of bullets flew, the frightened townspeople ran for cover. Dunn, who was staying at Mrs. Pierce's hotel allegedly ran through the raining bullets in order to deliver a Winchester rifle to her lover. The battle left nine people killed or wounded, including one deputy who died immediately and another two, who died of their wounds the next day. Three of the outlaws, including Rose's boyfriend, were wounded and Arkansas Tom Jones was captured.
By May 1895, Newcomb had a $5,000 reward on his head and when he and Charley Pierce stopped to see Rose, her outlaw brothers turned them in for the reward and he was shot and killed by lawmen.
After her George Newcomb's death, Rose retired from crime, became the wife of an Oklahoma politician and lived the rest of her life as a respected citizen.
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