Hank Thompson - Guthrie lyrics

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 gambling hall The general 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 grabbed the gun and stood where Big Jim lay Those who came gave me the blame so I ran away from Guthrie I knew my bride 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 marshall 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 marshall by the badge he wore I'll see you swing in Guthrie So now I dwell in a 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