Testo Pretty Boy Floyd - Dave Pirner
Testo della canzone Pretty Boy Floyd (Dave Pirner), tratta dall'album Til We Outnumber 'Em
Won't you gather 'round me children
Here's a story I will tell
Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
Pretty Boy and his family
And 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
Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Yes, there's many a starving farmers
It's the same old story told
How this outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Others tell you 'bout a stranger
Who come to beg a meal
And underneath their napkins
Left a thousand dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
Come a whole carload of groceries
With a letter that did say
"They say that I'm an outlaw
They say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the family's own relief"
Now, as through this life I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble
And through this life you roam
You will never see an outlaw
Rob a family of their home
Credits
Writer(s): Woody Guthrie
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