Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Ramblin’ Jack Elliott
Come gather round me children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It was a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
As into town they rode
There 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 a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Then he took to the trees and timbers
And he lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
Yes he took to the trees and timbers
On that Canadian River's shore
And Pretty Boy found a welcome
At many a farmer's door
There's many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Mothers tell you about a stranger
That came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill
Now as through the world I ramble
I see lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen
But as through life you travel
Yes, as through life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home
Pretty Boy Floyd was written by Woody Guthrie.