歌曲名 Pretty Boy Floyd

歌手名 The Byrds

作词：Woody Guthrie

作曲：Woody Guthrie

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

You say that I'm an outlahoma

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

And 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