Woody Guthrie - Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics
PRETTY BOY FLOYD (Woody Guthrie)Come gather round me children, a story I will tellOf Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him wellWas in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoonHis wife beside him in the wagon as into town they rodeA deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rudeUsing vulgar words of language and his wife she overheardWell, Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gunAnd in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy downThen he took to the trees and rivers to lead a life of shameEvery crime in Oklahoma was added to his nameYes he took to the trees and timbers on the Canadian river shoreAnd the outlaw found a welcome at many a farmer's doorYes, there's many a starving farmer, the same story toldHow the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little homeOthers tell about the stranger who came to beg a mealAnd underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar billIt was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas dayCame a whole carload of groceries and a letter that did sayWell, you say that I'm an outlaw, and you say that I'm a thiefHere's a Christmas dinner for the families on reliefWell, as through the world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funnymenSome rob you with a sixgun, some with a fountain penAs through this world you ramble, as through this world you roamYou'll never see an outlaw drive a family from its homerecorded by Seeger - 3 Saints@outlawfilename[ BOYFLOYDSF===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
