Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

Artist  : Ramblin` Jack Elliot 
Song : Pretty Boy Floyd
 


Come gather round me children, a story I will
tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma
knew him well.
Was in the town of Shawnee on a
Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the
wagon as into town they rode.
A deputy sheriff
approached them in a manner rather rude
Using
vulgar words of language and his wife she
overheard.
Well, Pretty Boy grabbed a log
chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the
fight that followed, he laid that deputy
down.
Then he took to the trees and rivers to
lead a life of shame.
Every crime in Oklahoma
was added to his name.
Yes he took to the
trees and timbers on the Canadian river
shore,
And the outlaw found a welcome at many
a farmer's door.
Yes, there's many a starving
farmer, the same story told
How the outlaw
paid their mortgage and saved their little
home.
Others tell about the stranger who came
to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin left a
thousand dollar bill.
It was in Oklahoma City,
it was on a Christmas day
Came a whole carload
of groceries and a letter that did say,
"Well,
you say that I'm an outlaw, and you say that I'm
a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner for the
families on relief."
Well, as through the
world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funny
men,
Some rob you with a sixgun, some with a
fountain pen.
As through this world you
ramble, as through this world you roam,
You'll
never see an outlaw drive a family from its
home.