歌曲名 Pretty Boy Floyd

歌手名 Rosanne Cash/John Leventhal

作曲：Woody Guthrie

If you'll gather 'round me children

A story I will tell

'Bout pretty boy Floyd an outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee

A Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in his wagon

As into town they rode

There a deputy sheriff approached him

In a manner rather rude

Vulgar words of anger

An' his wife she overheard

So Pretty boy grabbed a log chain

And the deputy grabbed his gun

In the fight that followed

He laid that deputy down

So he took to the trees and timber

To live a life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma

Was added to his name

But a many a starving farmer

The same old story told

How the outlaw paid their mortgage

And saved their little homes

Others tell you 'bout a stranger

That come to beg a meal

Underneath his napkin

Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma city

It was on a Christmas day

There was a whole car load of groceries

Come with a note to say

Well you say that I'm an outlaw

You say that I'm a thief

Here's a Christmas dinner

For the families on relief

Yes as through this world I've wandered

I've seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with a six gun

And some with a fountain pen

And as through your life you travel

Yes as through your life you roam

You won't never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home