“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?” – Are They Gonna Make Us Outlaws Again? [1], by James Talley