PRETTY BOY FLOYD If you’ll gather round me children, A story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, It was 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, Using vulgar words of language And his wife, she overheard. Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain, And the deputy grabbed his gun, And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down. There's a-many a starvin’ farmer, The same old story told, How this outlaw paid their mortgage, And saved their little homes. Others tell you of a stranger, That come to beg a meal, And underneath his napkin Left a thousand-dollar bill. 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. "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." Now as 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. But as through your life you travel, And as through your life you roam, You won’t never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home. Da: "Woody Guthrie Songbook" Woody Guthrie > canzoni > Buffalo Skinners - The Asch Recordings Vol 4