Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

Song information

Artist: Woody Guthrie
Album: Dust Bowl Ballads (Buddha Records)

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

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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