Preatty Boy Floyd歌词

作词 : Woddy Guthrie
作曲 : Woddy Guthrie
Can gather round the children a story I will tell
A 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
There a deputy sheriff approached him
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 took to the trees and timbers
To lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Yes he took to the trees and timbers
On that Canadian River's shore
And Floyd found a welcome
At a many a farmer's door
There's a many a starving farmer
The same story told
How this outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Others tell you 'bout a stranger
Who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
In a whole car load of groceries
In a letter that did say
When you say that I'm an outlaw
And you say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief
When as through this world I ramble
I see lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six gun
Some with a fountain pen
As through this world you travel
As through as were you roam
You never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home