woody guthrie - pretty boy floyd كلمات أغنية

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

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

there a deputy sheriff approached him
in a manner rather rude,
vulgar words of anger,
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.

then he took to the trees and timber
to live a life of shame;
every crime in oklahoma
was added to his name.

but a many a starving farmer
the same old story told
how the outlaw paid their mortgage
and saved their little homes.

others tell you ’bout a stranger
that come to beg a meal,
underneath his napkin
left a thousand dollar bill.

it was in oklahoma city,
it was on a christmas day,
there was a whole car load of groceries
come with a note to say:

well, you say that i’m an outlaw,
you say that i’m a thief.
here’s a christmas dinner
for the families on relief.

yes, as through this world i’ve wandered
i’ve seen lots of funny men;
some will rob you with a six-gun,
and some with a fountain pen.

and as through your life you travel,
yes, as through your life you roam,
you won’t never see an outlaw
drive a family from their home.

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