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letra de pretty boy floyd - moriarty

come gather ’round me, children
here’s a story i wanna tell
about pretty boy floyd, an outlaw
oklahoma knew him well
it was in the town of shawnee
on a sat-rday afternoon
with his wife beside him in his wagon
as into town they rode
a deputy sheriff approached him
in a manner rather rude
using vulgar words of anger
and his wife she overheard
pretty boy had a log chain
and the deputy had a gun
and in the fight that followed
he laid that deputy down
copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better
he took to the trees and the timber
and he lived a life of shame
and every crime in oklahoma
was added to his name
he took to the trees and the timber
and get on the river sh0r-
but the outlaw found a welcome
at a-many farmer’s door
as a story of a stranger
who came to beg a meal
and underneath his napkin
he left a thousand-dollar bill
it was in oklahoma city
on an early christmas day
with a car load full of groceries
and a little note that say
“well, you say that i’m an outlaw
you say that i’m a thief
well here’s a christmas dinner
for your ??? on relief”
as through this world i’ve travelled
and as through this world i roam
and i’ve never see an outlaw
to run a family from their home
as through this world i’ve travelled
i’ve seen lots of funny men
some will rob you with a six-gun
and others a fountain pen
come gather ’round me, children
here’s a story i wanna tell
about pretty boy floyd, the outlaw
oklahoma knew him well
about pretty boy floyd, the outlaw
oklahoma knew him well

- moriarty

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