Pretty Boy Floyd – Joan BaezBy Well gather round children, a story I will tellAbout pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him wellWas in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoonHis wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rodeAnd along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rudeUsing vulgar words of language and his wife she overheardAnd pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gunAnd in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy downThen he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shameEvery crime in oklahoma was added to his nameHe ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shoreAnd many a starving farmer opened up his doorIt was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas dayA whole carload of groceries and a letter that did sayWell you say that I’m an outlaw, you say that I’m a thiefWell, here’s a christmas dinner for the families on reliefAs through this life you travel, you meet some funny menSome rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain penAs through this life you ramble, as through this life you roamYou’ll never see an outlaw take a family from their home www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20