Pretty Boy Floyd

The Byrds

Tom: G

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Well gather round children, a story I will tell
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About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
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Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
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His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode

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And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
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Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard
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And Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain,
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And the deputy grabbed a gun
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And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down

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Then he ran through the trees and bushes
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And lived a life of shame
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Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
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He ran through trees and bushes on the Canadian River shore
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And many a starving farmer opened up his door

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It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day
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A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say
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Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
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Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief

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As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men
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Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
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As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam
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You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home