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The Reno Gang, infamous sons of Indiana, were the first to rob a moving train in American history. This country ballad tells their story—from their wild beginnings in Seymour, through legendary train heists and deadly run-ins with Pinkertons, to their brutal end at Hangman’s Crossing. Their legend lives on, echoing through the foggy Wabash and the iron rails. Relive the true Wild West spirit and the fate of outlaws who left their mark on the rails and in song.

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The Ballad of the Reno Gang – Outlaw Train Robbers of Indiana!
LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
In the heart of Indiana, where the cornfields meet the sky,
A preacher’s sons turned Hoosier thieves, too wild to live or die.
Frank and John and Sparks by name, their legend took to wing,
With a Colt revolver and a Bible verse,
They’d rob you blind and sing.

[Chorus]
Sing a song for the Reno Gang,
Who ran with the night and the cold iron train.
From Missouri’s rolling rivers to Iowa’s muddy banks,
No lawman could stop old Seymour’s Renos—
The devil knew their ranks.

[Verse 2]
Bounty-jumpin’, murder-runnin’,
Counterfeiters’ gold,
First to rob the Adams train—
Their story’s often told.
Pinkertons and vigilantes,
Trailed them through old Seymour town,
But the money that they stole,
Never did turn up in town.

[Chorus]
Sing a song for the Reno Gang,
Who ran with the night and the cold iron train.
From Missouri’s rolling rivers to Iowa’s muddy banks,
No lawman could stop old Seymour’s Renos—
The devil knew their ranks.

[Bridge]
At Hangman’s Crossing, the lanterns swung,
Ten outlaws faced the red-shirt tree.
No jury, judge, or courtroom—just
A mob’s swift rope and destiny.
From Indiana to the world,
Their names in black and red,
The Pinkertons kept chasing ghosts
Long after they were dead.

[Verse 3]
Frank Reno met his fate at dawn,
Rope tight around his neck,
His brothers followed, one by one,
No time for last regrets.
But legends live in shadows still,
Where the Wabash fog rolls high,
You’ll hear a lonesome whistle wail—
The Reno Gang still rides.

[Final Chorus]
Sing a song for the Reno Gang,
Who ran with the night and the cold iron train.
From southern Indiana, they blazed a crooked trail—
The law took their bodies,
But their story rides the rails.

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🎵 Lyrics by: Borna Cuk
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