Chords for "Pretty Boy Floyd" (Woody Guthrie), John McCutcheon

[E] Like this song right here
_ _ This is a Robin Hood story
_ And a friend of mine who's an ethnomusicologist told me not long ago that there are more
Songs in the in the repertoire of the English language folk song about Robin Hood than any other single character
Which I find astounding because I have never heard a single one
And it's not like I'm out of the loop.
You know
So I've been I've been studying and I think it's because Robin Hood see
Invented the first stimulus package, _ _ but he had the money traveling in the proper direction _ So
_ _ This is a Robin Hood tale
About a real-life character from Dust Bowl, Oklahoma from the fertile pen of Woodrow Wilson Guthrie
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_ Come and gather around
Me [F#m] children a story I [E] will tell
_ 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 the wagon is in the town they rolled
the deputy sheriff
Approached him in a matter-of-the-rule
Using vulgar words of anger
Floyd overheard Oh
Pretty boy grabbed the lock chain the deputy grabbed his gun in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down _ _ _ _ _
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_ Oh, he took to the trees and the timber [F#m] live a [E] life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his
Yes, he took to the trees and the timber on the Canadian River Shore
Pretty boy found welcome many a farmer's door. _ _ _
Oh, it's many a
starving [E] family the same old stories told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage save their little home
Others tell about a stranger who come to beg a meal
underneath napkin left
thousand dollar bill _ _ _
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_ _ _ Was in Oklahoma
[Bm] City [E] on one Christmas Day come a whole carload groceries with [B] a note [E] to say oh
Say that I'm an outlaw you say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner for the family's on relief _ _
_ Oh, it's through this world
You ramble you meet lots of funny men
Some will rob you with six guns
some with a fountain pen
And as through this world you ramble is through this world you roll you'll never find an outlaw
Who drives and leave from their home _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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