bob dylan - pretty boy floyd كلمات الأغنية

if you’ll gather ’round me, people,
a story i will tell
’bout pretty boy floyd, an outlaw,
oklahoma knew him well.

it was in the town of shawnee,
on a sat-rday afternoon,
his wife beside him in a wagon
as into town they rode.

there a deputy sheriff approached him
in a manner rather rude,
using vulgar words of language,
an’ his wife she overheard.

pretty boy grabbed a log chain,
and the deputy grabbed his gun;
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 sh-r-
and pretty boy found a welcome
at every farmer’s door

others tell you of a stranger
that come to beg a meal,
and underneath the napkin
left a thousand dollar bill.

t’was in oklahoma city,
it was on a christmas day,
there come a whole car load 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 will 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 never see an outlaw
drive a family from their home.

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