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Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him
well

Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode

And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she
overheard

And Pretty Boy Floyd grabbed a long chain, and the
deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy
down

Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a
life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

He ran through trees and bushes on the Canadian River
shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door

It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day
A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say

Well 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

As through this life you travel, you meet some funny
men
Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen

As through this life you ramble, as through this life
you roam
You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their
home

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Songwriter(s): Woody Guthrie
Publisher(s): Woody Guthrie Publications Inc.
Record Label(s): 1990, 1997 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT
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