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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