Pretty Boy Floyd - Christy Moore

Letra de Pretty-Boy Floyd:

Come gather round me people and a story I will tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well

In the town of Shawnee all on a Saturday afternoon

With his wife beside him in the truck as into the town he rode

There a deputy approached him in a manner very rude

Using vulgar language that his wife she overheard

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun

In the fight that followed he laid the deputy down

He took to the woods and mountains of the Canadian river shore

Pretty Boy found a welcome at many a poor farmer’s door

He took to the woods and mountains and led a life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

There is many starving farmer the same old story told

How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and saved their little homes

More speak about a strange man who came to beg a meal

And underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill

In the town of Shawnee all on a Christmas day

There came a car filled with groceries and a message that did say

«You say I am an outlaw, you say I am a thief

Here’s a Christmas dinner for the children on relief.»

As round the world I travel I’ve met all kinds of men

Some rob you with a six gun, some with a fountain pen

But as round the world I travel and round the world I roam

I’ve yet to see an outlaw drive a family from their home