Текст песни: Pretty Boy Floyd, Stoney Point + перевод

If you gather 'round me, people

This story I will tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee

On a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in a wagon

And into town they rode

Well the deputy sheriff approached him

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 his gun

And in the fight that followed

He laid that deputy down

Well they took to the hills and timber

To live the life of shame

And every crime in Oklahoma

Was added to his name

And he took to the hills and timber

On the Canadian river shore

And Pretty Boy found a welcome

At every farmer’s door

Well there’s many a starving farmer

The same old story told

How the outlaw paid the mortgage

And saved their little homes

Others tell you of a stranger

That comes to beg a meal

And underneath the napkin

He left a thousand dollar bill

Was in Oklahoma City

Was on a Christmas Day

There come a whole car load of groceries

And a letter that did say

Well, you say that I’m an outlaw

You say that I’m a thief

While here’s a Christmas dinner

For the families on relief

Well, as through this world I’ve rambled

I’ve seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with their six-gun

And some with a fountain pen

But it’s through this world you ramble

And it’s through this world you roam

You won’t never see no outlaw

Drive a family from their home

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