| Song Name: | Pretty Boy Floyd | By: | Joan Baez, Woody Guthrie |
| Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
| Key: | G | Genre: | Folk |
| Harp Type: | Diatonic | ||
| Created: | 2009-08-19 13:08:43 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: | PRETTY BOY FLOYD
By: Woody Guthrie Joan Baez Key: G 7 8 9 9 -10 9 8 Come gath-er round me chil-dren, -8 7 7 7 7 -66 a sto-ry I will tell 6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 5 6 Of pret-ty boy floyd an out-law, 6 6 -6 7 7 -8 7 Ok-la-ho-ma 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 |
