Pretty Boy Floyd (Alternative Version)
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๐ Lyrics
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
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Then 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
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
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
In the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Then 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.78] If you'll gather 'round me, children
[00:10.46] A story I will tell
[00:12.98] 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
[00:15.34] Oklahoma knew him well
[00:21.28] It was in the town of Shawnee
[00:25.62] A Saturday afternoon
[00:28.65] His wife beside him in his wagon
[00:31.66] As into town they rode
[00:37.21] There, a deputy sheriff approached him
[00:41.15] In a manner rather rude
[00:44.95] Vulgar words of anger
[00:46.93] An' his wife, she overheard
[00:55.58] Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
[00:57.54] And the deputy grabbed his gun
[01:00.19] In the fight that followed
[01:02.12] He laid that deputy down
[01:06.44] Then he took to the trees and timber
[01:11.78] To live a life of shame
[01:14.96] Every crime in Oklahoma
[01:17.54] Was added to his name
[01:24.23] But a-many a-starving farmer
[01:28.18] The same old story told
[01:31.45] How the outlaw paid their mortgage
[01:34.15] And saved their little homes
[01:39.57] Others tell you 'bout a stranger
[01:42.12] That come to beg a meal
[01:44.71] Underneath his napkin
[01:46.51] Left a thousand-dollar bill
[01:55.24] It was in Oklahoma City
[02:01.26] It was on a Christmas Day
[02:04.92] There was a whole car load of groceries
[02:07.32] Come with a note to say
[02:11.63] "Well, you say that I'm an outlaw
[02:14.21] You say that I'm a thief
[02:16.97] Here's a Christmas dinner
[02:18.62] For the families on relief"
[02:24.33] Yes, as through this world I've wandered
[02:29.83] I've seen lots of funny men
[02:33.48] Some will rob you with a six-gun
[02:35.95] And some with a fountain pen
[02:40.29] And as through your life you travel
[02:46.34] Yes, as through your life you roam
[02:50.89] You won't never see an outlaw
[02:55.07] Drive a family from their home
[03:02.08]
[00:10.46] A story I will tell
[00:12.98] 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
[00:15.34] Oklahoma knew him well
[00:21.28] It was in the town of Shawnee
[00:25.62] A Saturday afternoon
[00:28.65] His wife beside him in his wagon
[00:31.66] As into town they rode
[00:37.21] There, a deputy sheriff approached him
[00:41.15] In a manner rather rude
[00:44.95] Vulgar words of anger
[00:46.93] An' his wife, she overheard
[00:55.58] Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
[00:57.54] And the deputy grabbed his gun
[01:00.19] In the fight that followed
[01:02.12] He laid that deputy down
[01:06.44] Then he took to the trees and timber
[01:11.78] To live a life of shame
[01:14.96] Every crime in Oklahoma
[01:17.54] Was added to his name
[01:24.23] But a-many a-starving farmer
[01:28.18] The same old story told
[01:31.45] How the outlaw paid their mortgage
[01:34.15] And saved their little homes
[01:39.57] Others tell you 'bout a stranger
[01:42.12] That come to beg a meal
[01:44.71] Underneath his napkin
[01:46.51] Left a thousand-dollar bill
[01:55.24] It was in Oklahoma City
[02:01.26] It was on a Christmas Day
[02:04.92] There was a whole car load of groceries
[02:07.32] Come with a note to say
[02:11.63] "Well, you say that I'm an outlaw
[02:14.21] You say that I'm a thief
[02:16.97] Here's a Christmas dinner
[02:18.62] For the families on relief"
[02:24.33] Yes, as through this world I've wandered
[02:29.83] I've seen lots of funny men
[02:33.48] Some will rob you with a six-gun
[02:35.95] And some with a fountain pen
[02:40.29] And as through your life you travel
[02:46.34] Yes, as through your life you roam
[02:50.89] You won't never see an outlaw
[02:55.07] Drive a family from their home
[03:02.08]