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Pretty Boy Floyd (Live)

Joan Baez1962年1月1日

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Pretty Boy Floyd (Live) - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

Come gather 'round me children

 

A story I will tell

 

Of pretty boy Floyd an outlaw

 

Oklahoma knew him well

 

It was in the town of Shawnee

 

On the 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

 

Using vulgar words of language

 

And his wife she overheard

 

Pretty boy grabbed a log chain

 

And the deputy grabbed a gun

 

And in the fight that followed

 

He laid that deputy down

 

He took to the trees and timbers

 

To live a life of shame

 

Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

 

Yes he took to the trees and timbers

 

On that Canadian river's shore

 

And our all found a welcome

 

At a many a farmer's door

 

There's a many a starving farmer

 

The same old story told

 

How this outlaw paid their mortgage

 

And saved their little home

 

Others tell you 'bout the stranger

 

That come to beg a meal

 

And underneath his napkin

 

Left a thousand dollar bill

 

It was in Oklahoma city

 

It was on a Christmas day

 

There come a whole car load of groceries

 

With a letter that did say

 

You say that I'm an outlaw

 

You say that I'm a thief

 

Here's a Christmas dinner

 

For the families on relief

 

Now as through this world I ramble

 

I see lots of funny men

 

Some will rob you with a six gun

 

And some with a fountain pen

 

But as through this world you travel

 

As through this world you roam

 

You never see an outlaw

 

Drive a family from their home

 

***歌詞來自第三方***