Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics
Song information
Artist: Woody Guthrie Album: One Of A Kind
Lyrics
If you'll gather 'round me, children A story I will tell 'Bout pretty boy floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of shawnee A saturday afternoon His wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode
There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Vulgar words of anger An' his wife she overheard
Pretty boy grabbed a log chain And the deputy grabbed his gun; In the fight that followed He laid that deputy down
Then he took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame; Every crime in oklahoma Was added to his name
But a many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes
Others tell you 'bout a stranger That come to beg a meal Underneath his napkin Left a thousand dollar bill
It was in oklahoma city It was on a christmas day There was a whole car load of groceries Come with a note to say:
Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Here's a christmas dinner For the families on relief
Yes, as through this world I've wandered I've seen lots of funny men; Some will rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen
And as through your life you travel Yes, as through your life you roam You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home
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