Song | Pretty Boy Floyd |
Artist | Pete Seeger |
Album | Pete Seeger: A Link In The Chain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 timber | |
He lived a life of shame | |
Every crime in Oklahoma | |
They laid on to his name | |
He took to the river bottoms long | |
The north Canadian shore | |
And many a starving farmer | |
He opened up his door | |
They tell about a stranger | |
The same old story goes | |
How pretty boy paid their mortgage | |
And he saved their little home | |
Yeah, they 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 wagon load 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, boy | |
As through your lives you roam | |
You won't never see no outlaw | |
Drive a family from their home |
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 timber | |
He lived a life of shame | |
Every crime in Oklahoma | |
They laid on to his name | |
He took to the river bottoms long | |
The north Canadian shore | |
And many a starving farmer | |
He opened up his door | |
They tell about a stranger | |
The same old story goes | |
How pretty boy paid their mortgage | |
And he saved their little home | |
Yeah, they 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 wagon load 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 sixgun | |
And some with a fountain pen | |
But as through your lives you travel, boy | |
As through your lives you roam | |
You won' t never see no outlaw | |
Drive a family from their home |
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 timber | |
He lived a life of shame | |
Every crime in Oklahoma | |
They laid on to his name | |
He took to the river bottoms long | |
The north Canadian shore | |
And many a starving farmer | |
He opened up his door | |
They tell about a stranger | |
The same old story goes | |
How pretty boy paid their mortgage | |
And he saved their little home | |
Yeah, they 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 wagon load 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 sixgun | |
And some with a fountain pen | |
But as through your lives you travel, boy | |
As through your lives you roam | |
You won' t never see no outlaw | |
Drive a family from their home |