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- Woody Guthrie
 
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Kinky Friedman - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics
Gather round me children
 A story I will tell
 About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw
 Oklahoma knew him well
 'Twas in the town of Shawnee
 On a Saturday afternoon
 With his wife beside him in a wagon
 It was into town they rode
 Well, a deputy sheriff called him
 In a manner rather rude
 Using vulgar words of language
 And his wife she overheard
 Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain
 The deputy grabbed his gun
 And in the fight that followed
 He laid that deputy down
 He took to the woods and timber
 He lived a life of shame
 Every crime in Oklahoma
 They laid on to his name
 He took to the river bottoms long
 The north Canadian shore
 And many a starving farmer
 He opened up his door
 Kinky Friedman - Pretty Boy Floyd - http://motolyrics.com/kinky-friedman/pretty-boy-floyd-lyrics.html
 They tell about a stranger
 The same old story goes
 How pretty boy paid their mortgage
 And he saved their little home
 Yeah, they tell about a stranger
 Who came to beg a meal
 And underneath his napkin
 He left a thousand dollar bill
 Into Oklahoma city
 It was on a Christmas day
 Come a whole wagon load full of groceries
 And a note on which did say
 "You say that I'm an outlaw
 You say that I'm a thief
 Well, here's a Christmas dinner
 For your families on relief"
 Through this world I've rambled
 I've seen many funny men
 Some will rob you with a six-gun
 And some with a fountain pen
 But as through your lives you travel, boy
 As through your lives you roam
 You won't never see no outlaw
 Drive a family from their home













