歌曲名 Pretty Boy Floyd 歌手名 Joan Baez

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作曲：

I'm gather round me children

A story I will tell

About pretty boy floyd

The outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

Was in the town of shawnee

Oh on a saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in a wagon

As into town they rode

A deputy sheriff oha closed them

In a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language

And his wife she overheard

Well 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 revers

To lived a life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma

Was added to his name

Yes he through trees and revers

And the canecting river shore

And the outlough 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

That come to beg a meal

And underneath his napkin

Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma city

It was on a christmas day

There come a whole car load of groceries

With a letter that did say

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

Now 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

But as through this world you travel

As through this world you roam

You never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home