Pretty Boy Floyd 歌词

	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
	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 anger
	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
	Then he took to the trees and timber
	To live a life of shame
	Every crime in Oklahoma
	Was added to his name
	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 was in Oklahoma city
	It was on a Christmas day
	There was a whole car load of groceries
	Come with a note to say
	â€½Well, you say that I'm an outlaw
	You say that I'm a thief
	Here's a Christmas dinner
	For the families on relief"
	Yes, as through this world I've wandered
	I've seen lots of funny men
	Some will rob you with a six-gun
	And some with a fountain pen
	And as through your life you travel
	Yes, as through your life you roam
	You won't never see an outlaw
	Drive a family from their home

	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
	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 anger
	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
	Then he took to the trees and timber
	To live a life of shame
	Every crime in Oklahoma
	Was added to his name
	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 was in Oklahoma city
	It was on a Christmas day
	There was a whole car load of groceries
	Come with a 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"
	Yes, as through this world I' ve wandered
	I' ve seen lots of funny men
	Some will rob you with a sixgun
	And some with a fountain pen
	And as through your life you travel
	Yes, as through your life you roam
	You won' t never see an outlaw
	Drive a family from their home

	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
	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 anger
	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
	Then he took to the trees and timber
	To live a life of shame
	Every crime in Oklahoma
	Was added to his name
	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 was in Oklahoma city
	It was on a Christmas day
	There was a whole car load of groceries
	Come with a 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"
	Yes, as through this world I' ve wandered
	I' ve seen lots of funny men
	Some will rob you with a sixgun
	And some with a fountain pen
	And as through your life you travel
	Yes, as through your life you roam
	You won' t never see an outlaw
	Drive a family from their home

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