| Lyrics: | PRETTY BOY FLOYD
(Woody Guthrie)
Come gather round me children, a story I will
tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of
Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon as into town they
rode
A deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of
language and his wife she overheard
Well, Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain, and the deputy
grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down
Then he took
to the trees and rivers to lead a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his
name
Yes he took to the trees and timbers on the Canadian river shore
And the outlaw
found a welcome at many a farmer's door
Yes, there's many a starving farmer, the same
story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home
Others
tell about the stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar
bill
It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day
Came a whole carload of
groceries and a letter that did say
Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, and you say that
I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief
Well, as through
the world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funny
men
Some rob you with a sixgun, some with
a fountain pen
As through this world you ramble, as through this world you
roam
You'll never see an outlaw drive a family from its home
recorded by Seeger - 3
Saints
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