Bob Dylan - Pretty Boy Floyd скачать mp3

If you'll gather 'round me, people, A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, On a Saturday afternoon, His wife beside him in a wagon As into town they rode. There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude, Using vulgar words of language, An' his wife she overheard. Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, And the deputy grabbed his gun; In the fight that followed He laid that deputy down. Now, he took to the hills and timber To live a life of shame; Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name. He took to the trees and timber On the Canadian river shore And pretty Boy found a welcome At every farmer's door Others tell you of a stranger That come to beg a meal, And underneath the napkin Left a thousand dollar bill. T'was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day, There come a whole car load 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 relief. Well, it's through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men; Some will rob you with a six-gun, And some with a fountain pen. Well it's through this world you ramble, It's through this world you roam, You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home.