文本歌词

Pretty Boy Floyd - Roger McGuinn
Well gather round children
A story I will tell
About 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
And along come a deputy sheriff
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 ran through the trees
And bushes and lived
A life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
He ran through trees
And bushes on the Canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door
It was in Oklahoma city
It was on a Christmas day
A whole carload of groceries
And a letter that did say
Well you say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief
Well here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief
As through this life you travel
You meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six gun
Some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble
As through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
Take a family from their home