[00:00.00] 作词 : Woody Guthrie
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Woody Guthrie
[00:10.56]If you'll gather 'round me, people,
[00:14.16]A story I will tell
[00:16.20]'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
[00:20.91]Oklahoma knew him well.
[00:25.89]It was in the town of Shawnee,
[00:30.57]On a Saturday afternoon,
[00:32.40]His wife beside him in a wagon
[00:37.44]As into town they rode.
[00:42.60]There a deputy sheriff approached him
[00:45.66]In a manner rather rude,
[00:47.67]Using vulgar words of language,
[00:49.89]An' his wife she overheard.
[00:57.99]Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
[01:00.03]And the deputy grabbed his gun;
[01:02.46]In the fight that followed
[01:06.42]He laid that deputy down.
[01:13.80]Now, he took to the hills and timber
[01:18.54]To live a life of shame;
[01:20.52]Every crime in Oklahoma
[01:24.93]Was added to his name.
[01:30.39]He took to the trees and timber
[01:32.25]On the Canadian river shore
[01:34.83]And pretty Boy found a welcome
[01:39.51]At every farmer's door
[02:04.98]Others tell you of a stranger
[02:07.29]That come to beg a meal,
[02:09.66]And underneath the napkin
[02:13.44]Left a thousand dollar bill.
[02:21.18]T'was in Oklahoma City,
[02:27.57]It was on a Christmas Day,
[02:29.55]There come a whole car load of groceries
[02:37.53]And a letter that did say:
[02:39.57]You say that I'm an outlaw,
[02:41.76]You say that I'm a thief.
[02:43.68]Well, here's a Christmas dinner
[02:47.88]For the families on relief.
[03:09.51]Well, it's through this world I've rambled
[03:11.82]I've seen lots of funny men;
[03:13.71]Some will rob you with a six-gun,
[03:18.36]And some with a fountain pen.
[03:25.65]Well it's through this world you ramble,
[03:28.17]It's through this world you roam,
[03:29.94]You won't never see an outlaw
[03:34.17]Drive a family from their home.

作词 : Woody Guthrie
作曲 : Woody Guthrie
If you'll gather 'round me, people,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee,
On a Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in a wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Using vulgar words of language,
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.
Now, he took to the hills and timber
To live a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.
He took to the trees and timber
On the Canadian river shore
And pretty Boy found a welcome
At every farmer's door
Others tell you of a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
And underneath the napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.
T'was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There come a whole car load of groceries
And a letter that did say:
You say that I'm an outlaw,
You say that I'm a thief.
Well, here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.
Well, it's through this world I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.
Well it's through this world you ramble,
It's through this world you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.