歌曲名 Pretty Boy Floyd (Album Version)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Woody Guthrie

作曲：Woody Guthrie

If you'll gather 'round me people

A story I will tell

'Bout pretty boy floyd an outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee

On a saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in a wagon

In into town they rode

There a deputy sheriff approached him

In a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language

An' his wife she overheard

Pretty boy grabbed a log chain

And the deputy grabbed his gun

In the fight that followed

He laid that deputy down

Now he took to the hills and timber

To live a life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma

Was added to his name

He took to the trees and timber

On the Canadian river shore

And pretty boy found a welcome

At every farmer's door

Others tell you of a stranger

That come to beg a meal

And underneath the napkin

Left a thousand dollar bill

T'was in Oklahoma city

It was on a Christmas day

There come a whole car load of groceries

And a letter that did say

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

Well it's through this world I've rambled

I've seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with a six gun

And some with a fountain pen

Well it's through this world you ramble

It's through this world you roam

You won't never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home