Well gather round children, a story i will tell. About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well. . Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon.
Well gather round children, a story I will tell. About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon.
Hey now, where are you going. Where are you going to, my friend. Said I'm going out to find. The pastures of plenty. I believe they're out there somewhere.
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled that hot dusty road. Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled. Your desert was hot and your mountains were cold.