Pretty Boy Floyd

Lyrics

If you'll gather 'round me, children A story I will tell About 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 And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down And he took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name Oh but many a starving farmer The same ol' story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage To saved their little homes Others tell you 'bout a stranger That come to beg a meal And underneath his napkin Left a thousand-dollar bill It was in Oklahoma City On a Christmas day There was a whole carload of groceries Come with a note to say "Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Well here's a Christmas dinner For families on relief" Yes, 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, through your life you roam You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home