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George Newcomb, who was known as “Bitter Creek” Newcomb, came from Fort Scott,
Kansas. Starting his career as a cowboy at the age of twelve, he worked for C. C.
Slaughter on the Long S Ranch in Texas before drifting into Indian Territory. Newcomb
was a member of both the Dalton and the Doolin Gangs, both of which robbed a number
of banks and trains. By May 1895, he had a $5,000 reward on his head. When he and
Charley Pierce stopped to see Newcomb’s teenage girlfriend, Rose Dunn, her brothers
turned them in for the reward. Both Newcomb and Charley Pierce were shot and killed by
lawmen. His father James Newcomb claimed the body and buried George on the family
farm near Nine Mile Flats, southwest of Norman, Oklahoma, on the north bank of the
Canadian River.
Once I was young and so unsure
I’d try any ill to find the cure
An old man told me
Tryin’ to scold me
“Oh, son, don’t wade to deep in Bitter Creek,”
(Bitter Creek)
Out where the desert meets the sky
Is where I go when I wanna hide
Oh, peyote (oh,peyote,mm)
She tried to show me
(tried to show me)
You know there ain’t no cause to weep
at Bitter Creek
(Bitter Creek)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
We’re gonna hit the road for one last time
We can walk right in and steal ’em blind
All that money (All that money,ooh..)
No more runnin’ (No more runnin’)
I can’t wait to see the old man’s face
When I win the race
(Bitter Creek)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo,
Doo doo doo doo doo

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