Jugend ("Youth" in German) was a German art magazine that was created in the late 19th century. It featured many famous Art Nouveau artists and is the source of the term "Jugendstil" ("Jugend-style"), the German version of Art Nouveau. The magazine was founded by writer Georg Hirth. It was published from 1896 to 1940. After the death of Hirth in 1916, Franz Schoenberner became the publisher. Editors who worked on Jugend include Hans E. Hirsch, Theodore Riegler and Wolfgang Petzet. There were also the text editors, such as Fritz von Ostini and Albert Matthew, and the photo editor Heinrich Franz Lang.
Jugend became the namesake of the art direction of German Art Nouveau. In addition to modern illustrations and ornamentation of art nouveau, other styles played a role, especially Impressionism. The journal also covered satirical and critical topics in culture, such as the increasing influence of the churches, (especially Catholicism) and the political right in the Centre Party. The contribution of Jugend to the literature of the early modern period, however, remained modest – in contrast to the competing journal Simplicissimus (also founded in 1896 by the publisher Albert Langen).
At last I have called up with you and you're a sight to see
Could this really be my outlaw lover JJ Sneed
Could a woman with a painted face and pretty sweet disguise
Turn your heart against me with her evil cunning eyes her evil cunning eyes
JJ it's been you and me right from the very start
And ever job we ever pulled I'd always done my part
We'd really stick together until the bitter end
And it was my understanding we were whole lots more than friends
A whole lot more than friends
And it was me that kept you on when nights were dark and cold
But I guess I didn't look like much in these old ragged clothes
But you said it didn't matter cause you love me that a way
You said that no one else could ever steal your heart away steal your heart away
Do you recall the Union Bank we robbed in Franklin Town
And as we made our getaway the sheriff gunned you down
And I doctored up your bullet wounds and nursed you while you sit
But now you have betrayed me is that the thanks I get is that the thanks I get
Oh yeah JJ I'm thinking now of how we'd all begun
Of all the times we've robbed and killed with our trust wordy gun
Why we stood off a fuss it was JJ just you and I
But now you have betrayed me and for that you're gonna die
Yeah for that you're gonna die
The good old days are over as we stand here in the rain
JJ I'm gonna shoot you now I hope you'll feel no pain
I hear whoopees of the horses and fieces on my trail