I was on my way from Dodge that day.
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,
He was like a fiend, both drunk and mean,
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
She'd have no chance in Guthrie
Through hills and chaparral
But the marshal knew this country too
When noon was high he was drawing nigh
I heard his six -gun ring
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