Pretty Boy Floyd Songtext
von Country Joe McDonald

Come 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 a 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.
Then he took to the trees and timbers
And he lived a life of shame,
Every crime in oklahoma
Was added to his name.


Yes he took to the trees and timbers
On that canadian river′s shore
And pretty boy found a welcome
At many a farmer's door.
There′s many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home.
Mothers tell you 'bout a stranger
That came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.
Now as through the world i ramble
I see lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen.
But as through life you travel,
Yes, as through life you roam,
You'll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.