Pretty Boy Floyd

Come and gather 'round me, children
And a story I will tell
A Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

It was in Shawnee, Oklahoma
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
And into town they rode

Well, the deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using 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

Well, he took to the trees and timbers
On a Canadian river shore
Hiding on the river bottom
Never come back no more

Well, he took to the trees and timbers
To live a life of shame
And every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name

But there's many a-starvin' farmer
That same ol' story told
Now this outlaw paid their mortgage
Saved their little home

Others will tell you of a stranger
That come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City
It was 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 the families on relief"

Well, as through this life I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen

And as through this life you ramble
As through this life you roam
You will never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home