Otto Wood the Bandit



Step up buddies and listen to my song

I'll sing it to you right, but you may sing it wrong

The song about a man they call Otto Wood

I can't tell you all, but I wish I could



He stopped in a pawn shop a rainy day

And then he had a quarrel with the clerk, they say

He pulled out his pistol and struck a fatal blow

And this is the way the story goes



Otto Wood, why didn't you run?

Otto Wood, he's dead and gone

Otto, why didn't you run

When the sheriff pulled out his 44 gun



They spread the news as fast as they could

The sheriff served a warrant on Otto Wood

The jury said murder in the second degree

And the judge passed sentence to the peniteniary



They put him in the pen, but it done no good

'Cause it wouldn't hold a man they call Otto Wood

It wasn't very long till he slipped outside

Pulled a gun on a guard, said, "Take me for a ride"



The second time they caught him was way out west

In a holdup game, he got shot through the breast

They brought him back and when he got well

They locked him down in a dungeon cell



He was a man that could not run

For he always toted a 44 gun

He loved the women and he hated the law

He just didn't take nobody's jaw



He rambled out west and he rambled all around

Till he met two sheriffs in a southern town

They said, "Otto, step to the way

For we've been expecting you every day"



He pulled out his gun and then he said

"Make a crooked move and you both fall dead

You better crank up your car and take me out of town"

But a few minutes later, he was graveyard bound



@outlaw

recorded by Doc Watson

printed in Sing Out

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