Preatty Boy Floyd

Preatty Boy Floyd - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)

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