- Woody Guthrie Pretty Boy Floyd 歌詞
- Woody Guthrie
- 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
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,
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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