Lyrics:

So you never picked no peaches
You never rode no boxcar train
Never worked out on the road gang
Or slept out in the rain
But when you see a good man
Have to struggle, sweat and strain
And when a man can't feed his children
Don't it make you stop and think
?
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Is that what it's comin' to my friends
Why, I think I see why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
?
Well, I tell you folks there's trouble
And there's tension everywhere
And everybody's askin', where's it gonna end
But there ain't nobody answered
No, there ain't nobody dared
And I'll tell you folks there's trouble
There's trouble everywhere
?
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Is that what it's comin' to my friends
Why, I think I see why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
?
Well, hard times and bread lines
Ain't no sight to see
And when a man is hungry
It ain't no crazy dream
Yeah, the blues is fine for singin'
But it's mighty hard to eat
And them engines won't keep rollin'
If they ain't got that gas-i-leen
?
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Is that what it's comin' to my friends
Why, I think I see why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
?
Now there's always been a bottom
And there's always been a top
And someone took the orders
And someone called the shots
And someone took the beatin', Lord
And someone got the prize
Well, that may be the way it's been
But that don't mean it's right
?
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Is that what it's comin' to my friends
Why, I think I see why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?