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Woody Guthrie

"Pretty Boy Floyd, the Outlaw" (karaoke)

"Pretty Boy Floyd, the Outlaw" (sheet music)


If you'll gather 'round me children, a story I will tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd the Outlaw; Oklahoma knew him well.

It was in the town of Shawnee; it was Saturday afternoon;

His wife beside him in the 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 long 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, and he lived 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 Pretty Boy found a welcome at many a farmer's door.

 

There's many a starving farmer the same old story tell

How this outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home.

Others tell you about a stranger that come to beg a meal

And underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill.

 

It was in Oklahoma City; it was on Christmas Day;

There came a whole carload of groc'ries 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 fam'lies 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 life you travel, as through your life you roam,

You won't never see an outlaw drive a fam'ly from their home.

 

So, here's to Pretty Boy Floyd the Outlaw; Oklahoma knew him well.


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