Pretty Boy Floyd

Pretty Boy Floyd - Ramblin´ Jack Elliott

If you gather round the children

A story I will tell

A Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee was Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in wagon as into town they rode

Her deputy sheriff approached in a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language

His wife she overheard

Pretty boy grabbed a long chain and the deputy grabbed a gun

And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down

He fly to the hill

To live a life of shame

Every crimenal in Oklahoma was added to his name

But a many a starving farmer

The same old story told

How the outlaw paid their mortgage

Saved their little homes

Others tell you about a stranger

That come to beg a meal

Underneath his napkin

Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City

It was on a Christmas Day

There was a whole carload of groceries

And 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

As through this world I ramble

I've seen lots of funny men

Some rob you with a six-gun

Some with a fountain pen

And as through your life you travel

As through your life you roam

You'll never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home