Pretty Boy Floyd — текст песни (Kinky Friedman)

(woody guthrie)



Gather round me children, a story I will tell

About pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well.



twas in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon

With his wife beside him in a wagon it was into town they rode.



Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard.



Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun

And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.



He took to the woods and timbers, he lived a life of shame,

Every crime in oklahoma they laid on to his name.



He took to the river boaters long the north canadian river shore

And many a starving farmer he opened up his door.



They tell about a stranger, the same story goes

How pretty boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home.



Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal

And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill.



Into oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day

Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say:



you say that Im an outlaw, you say that Im a thief,

Well, heres a christmas dinner for your families on relief.



Through this world Ive rambled, Ive seen many funny men,

Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen.



But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam

You wont never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.