Pretty Boy Floyd Songtext

von The Byrds

If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee
It was Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
As into town they rode.

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard.
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.

He ran to the trees and bushes
And he lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Yes, he ran to the trees and bushes
On the Canadian River shore
And many a starving farmer
Opened up the door

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
You say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.

As through this life you travel
You'll meet some funny men
Some will rob you with a Six gun
And some with a fountain pen.
But as through this life you ramble
As through your life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.