KINKY FRIEDMAN - PRETTY BOY FLOYD lyrics

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Pretty Boy Floyd<br>

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(Woody Guthrie)<br>

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Gather round me children, a story I will tell<br>

About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.<br>

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‘Twas in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon<br>

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

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Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude<br>

Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard.<br>

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Well, Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun<br>

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

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

Every crime in Oklahoma they laid on to his name.<br>

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He took to the river boaters long the North Canadian river shore<br>

And many a starving farmer he opened up his door.<br>

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They tell about a stranger, the same story goes<br>

How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home.<br>

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Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal<br>

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

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Into Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day<br>

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

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“You say that I’m an outlaw, you say that I’m a thief,<br>

Well, here’s a Christmas dinner for your families on relief.”<br>

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Through this world I’ve rambled, I’ve seen many funny men,<br>

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

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But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam<br>

You won’t never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.<br>

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