Pretty Boy Floyd

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    If you'll gather 'ro…..und me, children, a story I will tell,
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    'bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.

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    It was in the to……wn of Shawnee, it was Saturday afternoon,
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    his wife beside him in his wagon as into town they rode.

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    There a deputy sher…iff approached him in a manner rather rude,
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    using vulgar words of language, an' his wife she overheard.

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    Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, and the deputy grabbed his gun,
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    in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down.

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    Then he took to the trees and timber to live a life of shame,
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    every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name.

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    But there’s many a sta….rving farmer, the same old story told,
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    how this outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little homes.

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   Others tell you o……f a stranger that comes to beg a meal,
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    and underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill.

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    It was in Oklaho……ma City, it was on a Christmas Day,
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    there come a whole car load of groceries with a letter that did say:

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    “Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief,
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    here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief."

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    Now, as through this wo…….rld I ramble, I see lots of funny men,
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    some will rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen.

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    But as through your life you travel, and as through your life you roam,
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    you will never see an outlaw drive a family from their home.

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PRETTY BOY FLOYD - WOODY GUTHRIE and BOB DYLAN
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If you'll gather 'round me children,
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 A story I will tell;
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About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw,
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   Oklahoma knew him well.


It was in the town of Shawnee,
On a Sunday afternoon;
His wife beside him in their wagon,
As into town they rode.

There 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 long chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down

Well he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name

Yes he took to the trees and timber
By that Canadian river shore
But Pretty Boy found a welcome
At many a farmer's door

Yes there's many a starving farmer
The same old story's told
How that outlaw paid his mortgage
And saved their little home

Others tell you of a stranger
That came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma city
It was on a Christmas Day
There came a whole carload of groceries
With a letter that did say

"Well they say that I'm an outlaw
 They say that I'm a theif
 Well here's a Christmas dinner
 For the families on relief"

Now as through this life I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen

But as through this world you ramble
And as through this world you roam
You won't never find an outlaw
That'd drive a family from their home