Pretty Boy Floyd
I'm going to get those laws madeI'm going to get those laws, she wroteAnd you can say you're sorryOh, it's a little too late, I'm afraidYeah
Oh here we go nowThey call me Pretty Boy FloydAw yeah
They try to wash their hands offAnd put me down for every stingAnd I don't need no star babyI'm wanted dead or alive anywayYou can run, you can fightBut you can't hide
Oh you can't hideThey call me Pretty Boy Floyd
Now when you get to the bottom bailThey wanna see you plea for the stairsThey're gonna take you for every centThey're gonna bleed you dry, my friendYou can run, you can fightYou can run, you can fightYou can run, you can fightOh, but you can't hide
Yeah you can't hide, you can't hide(No you can't hide)You can't hide, you can't hideOh yeah
Oh hold itPretty Boy Floyd
While they carry me offLord nobody knowsWhile they carry me offSave your sorry soulWhile they carry me offLord nobody knowsWhile they carry me offLord nobody knows, oh yeah
(Woo hoo)They call me Pretty Boy FloydYou can't hide, you can't hide(No you can hide)You can't hide, you can't hideOh yeahOh yeah you can't hide
They call me Pretty Boy Floyd