Pretty Boy Floyd

Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie

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

It was 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 angry

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

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 in was Oklahoma City

It was on a Christmas Day

There was a whole car load of groceries

Come with a letter 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

As through this world I've rambled

I've seen lots of funny men;

Some will rob you with a six-gun

And some with a fountain

But through your life you travel

As through your life you roam

You won't never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home