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Lyrics for 'Pretty Boy Floyd' by 'Kinky Friedman'
(woody Guthrie)
Gather Round Me Children, A Story I Will Tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, The Outlaw, Oklahoma Knew Him Well.
¡®twas In The Town Of Shawnee On A Saturday Afternoon
With His Wife Beside Him In A Wagon It Was Into Town They Rode.
Well, A Deputy Sheriff Called Him In A Manner Rather Rude
Using Vulgar Words Of Language And His Wife She Overheard.
Well, Pretty Boy Grabbed A Log Chain, The Deputy Grabbed His Gun
And In The Fight That Followed, He Laid That Deputy Down.
He Took To The Woods And Timbers, He Lived A Life Of Shame,
Every Crime In Oklahoma They Laid On To His Name.
He Took To The River Boaters Long The North Canadian River Shore
And Many A Starving Farmer He Opened Up His Door.
They Tell About A Stranger, The Same Story Goes
How Pretty Boy Paid Their Mortgage And He Saved Their Little Home.
Others Tell About A Stranger Who Came To Beg A Meal
And Underneath His Napkin, He Left A Thousand Dollar Bill.
Into Oklahoma City, It Was On A Christmas Day
Come A Whole Wagonload Full Of Groceries And A Note On Which Did Say:
¡°you Say That I'm An Outlaw, You Say That I'm A Thief,
Well, Here's A Christmas Dinner For Your Families On Relief.¡±
Through This World I've Rambled, I've Seen Many Funny Men,
Some Will Rob You With A Six-gun And Some With A Fountain Pen.
But As Through Your Lives You Travel, Boys, As Through Your Lives You Roam
You Won't Never See No Outlaw Drive A Family From Their Home.
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