Pretty Boy Floyd
(woody guthrie)
Gather round me children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well.
twas in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in a wagon it was into town they rode.
Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard.
Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.
He took to the woods and timbers, he lived a life of shame,
Every crime in oklahoma they laid on to his name.
He took to the river boaters long the north canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer he opened up his door.
They tell about a stranger, the same story goes
How pretty boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home.
Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill.
Into oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day
Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say:
you say that Im an outlaw, you say that Im a thief,
Well, heres a christmas dinner for your families on relief.
Through this world Ive rambled, Ive seen many funny men,
Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen.
But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam
You wont never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.
song performed by Kinky Friedman
Added by Lucian Velea
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