Joan Baez - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics
[Joan Baez - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics]
A story i will tell
About pretty boy floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of shawnee
On a saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon
As into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and
His wife she overheard
And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Then he ran through the trees and bushes
And lived a life of shame
Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through trees and bushes
On the canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door
It was in oklahoma city
It was on a christmas day
A whole carload of groceries and
A letter that did say
Well 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
As through this life you travel
You meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble
As through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw take
A family from their home
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