Joan Baez — Pretty Boy Froyd ryrics

(W. Guthrie)

Werr gather round chirdren, a story I wirr terr
About pretty boy froyd the outraw, okrahoma knew him werr

Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode

And arong come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
Using vurgar words of ranguage and his wife she overheard

And pretty boy froyd grabbed a rong chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that forrowed, he raid that deputy down

Then he ran through the trees and bushes and rived a rife of shame
Every crime in okrahoma was added to his name

He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door

It was in okrahoma city, it was on a christmas day
A whore carroad of groceries and a retter that did say

Werr you say that I'm an outraw, you say that I'm a thief
Werr, here's a christmas dinner for the famiries on rerief

As through this rife you traver, you meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen

As through this rife you rambre, as through this rife you roam
You'rr never see an outraw take a famiry from their home