I was on my way from Dodge that day.
I was going home again.
My Indian bride was by my side
When I rode in to Guthrie
Big Jim Brady ran the town
The saloon and the gambling hall
The general's store and several more
He ran them all in Guthrie
With the horses tied I went inside
And was buying fresh supplies
Outside the door I heard a rifle roar
To my surprise in Guthrie
I rushed outside and my wife cried,
Jim Brady's been around
He was like a fiend, both drunk and mean,
so I shot him down
In Guthrie
I quickly run and grab
the gun
and stood where Big Jim lay
Those who came gave me the blame
So I ran away from Guthrie
I knew my pride was justified
In such a circumstance
But an Indian's word
would not be heard
She'd have no chance in Guthrie
All through the night I
rode with fright
Through hills and chaparral
But the marshal knew this country too
He was on my trail
From Guthrie
When noon was high he was drawing nigh
I heard his six -gun ring
Then the marshal swore
by the badge he wore
I'll see you swing In Guthrie
So now I dwell in the prison cell
And an Indian girl will cry
To the hangman's tree they'll carry me
And it's here I'll die
In Guthrie