Pretty Boy Floyd

Lyrics

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 Using vulgar words of language An' 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 He took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame; Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name Y'know he took to the trees and timber On the Canadian the river shore But the outlaw found a welcome At many a farmer's door But a many a starvin' 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 With a letter that did say: "You say that I'm an outlaw Yes, you say that I'm a thief Well 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 But as through your life you travel Yes, as through your life you roam You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home