Circle of Truth Woody Guthrie

Gang around me you cowpunks, and hear my sad wall
'Bout that battle had on the Triple Six Trail;
I got sick of the blabber of my dirty mouth boss
From his Triple Six cow camp I fann'd my good hoss

I rode several days and I camped several nights
My tailbone got blistered and the toeflies did bite!
I splashed a sand river both shivery and cold
I swum for an hour, then I pulled on my duds

As I lay like a lizard to bake in that sun
A young Indian girl from her corn field she run;
She rolled and she cried till I thought she might die
So I pulled out my shirt tall and dried both her eyes

She then took her finger and wrote in the sand:
My father must wed me to some older man!
I drew her my circle of truth on the ground
Told her: You can ride with me to the place that I'm bound

That night 'round our firehole she told me again:
He's a rich, mighty landlord and he owns all these lands!
That night 'round our firehole his tracker did come
And we dug us a low ditch to hide from their guns

I had just one pistol, all rusty and old
I fired at their gunsparks that flashed in the dark
She pulled an old fourshot from under her dress
And she fired with both fingers and mostly by guess