PRETTY BOY FLOYD

Woody Guthrie
(Arr. Ralph Mctell)

If you gather round me people, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw; Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon, and into town they rode

Now a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language, and his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down

Now he took to the hills and timber to live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
He took to the trees and timber on the Canadian River shore
And Pretty Boy found a welcome at every farmer's door

Now there's many a starving farmer, that same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home
I'll just tell you of a stranger that come to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar bill

'Twas in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day
There come a whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say,
"You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Well here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief"

Well it's through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men
Some'll rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen
Well it's through this world you ramble, it's through this world you roam
You won't ever see an outlaw drive a family from their home.
Drive a family from their home.