From The Record Lady's All-Time Country Favorites, Requests Page 11:

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JOHN DILLINGER
As sung by Wilf Carter

There's a home in Indiana, where once was sheer great joy,
Where parents loved and worshipped their curly-headed boy,
But very soon decided he'd take his father's name,
And follow in his footsteps. They wished on him great fame.

He soon grew into manhood and started out to roam,
And much against his parents, he left his friends and home.
He journeyed to the city. To him they did resign.
It soon led to his downfall. He committed his first crime.

The law was soon upon him. He landed up in jail.
His friends could not get pardon, nor could they go his bail.
One night he broke for freedom by using a wooden gun.
His guard was easy buffaloed. His clever trick had won.

And then began the manhunt, the greatest ever known.
With thoughts and plans to trap him with brains and skill were shown.
His draw was fast as lightnin'. Reward stood on his head.
Go bring in this great criminal, may he be alive or dead.

It happened in Chicago that's noted for its fame,
The home of noted gangsters where many a man is slain.
He was taken in a picture when a woman tipped the law.
Three bullets pierced his body. He had not a chance to draw.

The great manhunt is ended. The innocent must pay
When he had to stop a bullet that chanced to go astray.
So, young man, take my warning: this crime it does not pay,
When you think of Johnny Dillinger, when he met his fatal day.