Pretty Boy Floyd
Bill Staines

BILL STAINES


Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

Well come and gather 'round me, people
And a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

He was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in the wagon
As into town they rode

A deputy sheriff approached him
And in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
That mrs. Floyd she overheard

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
And in the fight that followed
Well he laid that deputy down

He took to the trees and timber
And he live a life of shame;
And every crime in Oklahoma
It was added to his name

He took to the trees and timber
On the old Canadian shore;
And he found many a welcome
At some old farmer's door

They'll tell you of a stranger
Upon a Christmas Day
With a whole car load of groceries
And with a letter that did say:

"some say I am an outlaw
Some say I am a thief
But here is a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief."

Now as through this world you ramble
You'll meet many kinds of men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen

But as through this life you ramble
Yes, as through this life you roam
You know you'll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home

So come and gather 'round me, people
And a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

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Songwriter(s): Woody Guthrie
Record Label(s): 1989 Red House Records
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