Pretty Boy Floyd

If you'll gather 'round me, children, a story I will tell

'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee, a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in his wagon

As into town they rode

There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude

Vulgar words of anger and, 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

Then he took to the trees and timber to live a life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma

Was added to his name

But a many starving farmer, the same old story told

How the outlaw paid their mortgage

And saved their little homes

Others tell you 'bout a stranger that come to beg a meal

Underneath his napkin

Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day

There was a whole car load of groceries

Come with a note to say

Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief

Here's a Christmas dinner

For the families on relief

Yes, as through this world I've wandered

I've seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with a six gun

And some with a fountain pen

And as through your life you travel

Yes, as through your life you roam

You will never see an outlaw

Drive a family from their home