Pretty Boy Floyd

Lyrics

Well come and gather 'round me, people And a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well He was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon With his wife beside him in the wagon As into town they rode A deputy sheriff approached him And in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language That mrs. Floyd she overheard Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain And the deputy grabbed his gun; And in the fight that followed Well he laid that deputy down He took to the trees and timber And he live a life of shame; And every crime in Oklahoma It was added to his name He took to the trees and timber On the old Canadian shore; And he found many a welcome At some old farmer's door They'll tell you of a stranger Upon a Christmas Day With a whole car load of groceries And with a letter that did say: "some say I am an outlaw Some say I am a thief But here is a Christmas dinner For the families on relief." Now as through this world you ramble You'll meet many kinds of men; Some will rob you with a six-gun Some with a fountain pen But as through this life you ramble Yes, as through this life you roam You know you'll never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home So come and gather 'round me, people And a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well