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 timber He lived a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma They laid on to his name
He took to the river bottoms long The north Canadian shore And many a starving farmer He opened up his door
They tell about a stranger The same old story goes How pretty boy paid their mortgage And he saved their little home
Yeah, they 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 wagon load full of groceries And a note on which did say
"You say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Well, here's a Christmas dinner For your families on relief"
Through this world I've rambled I've 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, boy As through your lives you roam You won't never see no outlaw Drive a family from their homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
