Текст песни Pretty Boy Floyd - Pete Seeger

If you'll 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
His wife beside him in a wagon
And into town they rode
Well, a deputy sheriff approached him
With a manner rather rude
With vulgar words of anger
And Miss Floyd overheard
Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain
The deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Well, he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
Yes, the outlaw took to the country
Along the river shore
And pretty boy found a welcome
At many a-farmer's door
Yeah, there's told of a stranger
Who came to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill
Now, in Oklahoma city
Upon a Christmas day
A whole carload of groceries
Came with a note to say
"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"
Now, as through this world you wander
You'll see lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen
As through this world you wander
As through this world you roam
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home