Pretty Boy Floyd
Woody Guthrie Lyrics


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If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.

It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
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.

Then he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.

But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.

It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:

Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.

Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.

And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.

Overall Meaning

The song Pretty Boy Floyd by Woody Guthrie is a folk anthem that tells a story of Pretty Boy Floyd, an Oklahoma outlaw who was known for robbing banks and helping the poor. The song starts with a story that took place in the town of Shawnee, where Pretty Boy Floyd and his wife were riding into town. A deputy sheriff approached him and started using vulgar language, which his wife overheard. In a fight that followed, Pretty Boy Floyd laid the deputy down with a log chain.


The song then goes on to talk about how Pretty Boy Floyd helped the poor farmers who were struggling to keep their homes. He paid their mortgages and saved their homes from being taken away. The song describes him as the modern-day Robin Hood who would do anything to help the poor people. In one instance, the song talks about how Pretty Boy Floyd left a thousand-dollar bill under his napkin when he came to beg a meal from a stranger.


The song ends with a message that no matter how many funny men you encounter in your life who will rob you with a six-gun or a fountain pen, you will never see an outlaw drive a family from their home. The powerful message of the song is about standing up against the injustice and helping those in need, even if it's against the law.


Line by Line Meaning

If you'll gather 'round me, children
Gather around and listen to my story


A story I will tell
I have a tale to share


Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
The subject of my story is an outlaw named Pretty Boy Floyd


Oklahoma knew him well
The people of Oklahoma were familiar with him


It was in the town of Shawnee
The location of the incident I'm describing is Shawnee


It was Saturday afternoon
The specific day and time of the incident


His wife beside him in his wagon
Pretty Boy Floyd's wife was with him in his wagon


As into town they rode
They were traveling into town


There a deputy sheriff approached him
A deputy sheriff came up to them


In a manner rather rude
The deputy was not polite


Using vulgar words of language
He used offensive language


An' his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy Floyd's wife heard what was said


Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
Pretty Boy Floyd picked up a heavy chain


and the deputy grabbed his gun
The deputy drew his gun


And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down
A fight broke out and Pretty Boy Floyd subdued the deputy


There's a many a-starving farmers
There are many farmers who are struggling to make ends meet


The same old story told
This is a common problem among farmers


How this outlaw paid their mortgage
Pretty Boy Floyd helped pay off their mortgages


And saved their little homes
This allowed them to keep their homes


Others tell you of a stranger
There are other stories about a stranger


That come to beg a meal
Who came to ask for food


And underneath his napkin
He left a surprise under his napkin


Left a thousand-dollar bill
He left behind a large sum of money


It was in Oklahoma City
This happened in Oklahoma City


It was on a Christmas Day
It happened on Christmas day


There was a whole carload of groceries
A large amount of groceries were delivered


With a letter that did say
Accompanied by a note which read


"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
"Even though you call me a criminal


Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief"
"I still want to help families in need by providing them with food"


Now, as through this world I ramble
As I travel through the world


I seen lots of funny men
I've encountered many strange characters


Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some will use physical force to steal from you


Some with a fountain pen
While others will steal from you legally


But as through your life you travel
As you live your life


And as through your life you roam
And as you journey through life


You won't ever see an outlaw
You'll never see an outlaw


Drive a family from their home
evict a family from their home




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Written by: Woody Guthrie

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@mantisnomo5984

Pretty Boy Floyd
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie


If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.


It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.


There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
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.


Then he took to the trees and timber
Along the river shore,
Hiding on the river bottom
And he never come back no more.


Yes, he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.


But a many a starvin' farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.


Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill.


It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:


"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief."


Yes, as through this world I've wandered
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.


And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.



@niallkeane6271

If you’ll gather ’round me, children,
A story I will tell
‘Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.It was in the town of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Vulgar words of anger,
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.Then he took to the trees and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.Others tell you ’bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
Underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.It was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There was a whole car load of groceries
Come with a note to say:Well, you say that I’m an outlaw,
You say that I’m a thief.
Here’s a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.Yes, as through this world I’ve wandered
I’ve seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.And as through your life you travel,
Yes, as through your life you roam,
You won’t never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.



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@johnanthony-kt8kv

"A very great man said, SOME PEOPLE ROB YOU WITH A SIX GUN SOME WITH A FOUNTAIN PEN" Dylan

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Damn how you cut off the end

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Bet!

@5hawnK3lly

"you'll never see an outlaw, drive a family from it's home." that part is cut off, and is significant in these times. :)

@AP-gb3eh

Cutting the last line is criminal. “You will never see a outlaw drive a family from their home “ meaning unlike banks ,mortgage companies or big 🚌

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