时间：1989-01-01
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Pretty Boy Floyd - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Written by：Woody Guthrie
If you gather round me children
A story I will tell
That pretty boy floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
If was in the town of shawnee was Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
As into town they rode
A deputy sheriff approached them 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 is gun
And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down
If flew at the here's and wordland
To lead a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
Yes there's many a starving farmer
The same story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Others tell you about the stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma city it was on a Christmas day
A came a whole carload of groceries
And a letter that did say
You say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief
Now here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief
Well as through the world
I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men
Some rob you with a sixgun
And some with a fountain pen
And as through he life you trouble
And as through he life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from there home
