Lyrics Are They Gonna Make Us Outlaws Again? - Hazel Dickens

Are They Gonna Make Us Outlaws Again?

So, you never picked no peaches
Never rode your boxcar train
Never worked out on the road gang
Or slept out in the rain
But when you see good people
Have to struggle, sweat, and strain
When you can’t feed your 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?
Well, I think I know why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Well, it’s hard times and bread lines
Ain’t no sight to see
When you get hungry
It ain’t no crazy dream
Well, the blues is fine for singin'
But mighty hard to eat
If things don’t start changin'
Gon' see what we mean
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Is that what it’s comin' to, my friends?
Well, I think I know why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Well, there’s always been a bottom
There’s always been a top
Someone took the orders
And someone called the shots
Someone took the beatin', Lord
And someone got the prize
That may be the way it’s been
But that don’t make it right
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Is that what it’s comin' to, my friends?
Well, I think I know why Pretty Boy Floyd done the things he did
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?
Are they gonna make us outlaws again?