| | Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics Artist(Band):The Byrds
Well gather round children, a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And Pretty Boy Floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the Canadian River shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home If you find some error in Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Pretty Boy Floyd The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Byrds" Music | |
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