Pretty Boy Floyd by John Paul White
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Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee
A Saturday 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
And his wife she overheard

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

And he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name

Oh but many a starving farmer
The same ol' story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
To saved their little homes

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City
On a Christmas day
There was a whole carload of groceries
Come with a note to say

"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief
Well here's a Christmas dinner
For families on relief"

Yes, 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, through your life you roam
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home

Pretty Boy Floyd Q&A

Who wrote Pretty Boy Floyd's ?

Pretty Boy Floyd was written by Woody Guthrie.

Who produced Pretty Boy Floyd's ?

Pretty Boy Floyd was produced by John Paul White & Ben Tanner.

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