Pretty Boy Floyd Chords by Woody Guthrie

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_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ If you'll gather _ _ round me children, a story I will tell.
_ Pretty boy, Floyd an [Bb] outlaw, _ _ Oklahoma [Eb] knew him well.
_ _ It was in the town of Shawnee, _ _ _ it was Saturday afternoon. _ _
His wife beside him in [Bb] his wagon, as into [Eb] town they rode. _ _ _ _
_ There a deputy sheriff _ approached him _ in a manner rather rude.
_ _ Using vulgar words [Bb] of language, _ and his wife she [Eb] _
_ overheard.
_ _ _ Pretty boy grabbed the log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun.
In the [Bb] fight that followed he laid that [Eb] deputy down. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a many a _ _ _ _ starving farmer, _ _ _ [Fm] this same old [Eb] story told.
_ _ How this [Bb] outlaw paid their mortgage and _ [Eb] saved their little home. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Others tell you of _ _ a stranger _ _ _ that come to beg a meal. _ _ _ _
And [Bb] underneath his napkin _ _ left a thousand [Eb] dollar bill. _ _ _ _ _
_ It was in _ _ Oklahoma _ _ _ _ City. _ _
It was on a Christmas day, _ there come a [Bb] whole carload of groceries. _ _
[Eb] With a letter that did say. _ _ _ _
Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief.
Here's a [Bb] Christmas dinner for the families [Eb] on relief. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now it's through this _ world _ _ _ I ramble. _
I see lots of funny men. _ _
Some will rob [Bb] you with a sickle gun. _ _
Some with a [Eb] fountain pen. _ _ _ _
But it's through your life _ _ you travel.
_ _ And it's through your life you roam. _ _ _ _ _ _