Letra de Pretty Boy Floyd

Letras de Kaleo

"Pretty Boy Floyd"

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 rodeAnd 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 downThen 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 doorIt was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day 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 Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on reliefAs through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, and 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