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

ShawneeA 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

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

Then he took to the trees and timber

To live a life of shame

Every crime in

OklahomaWas added to his name

But a many a 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 wanderedI've seen lots of funny menSome will rob you with a six-gunAnd some with a fountain penAnd as through your life you travelYes, as through your life you roamYou won't never see an outlawDrive a family from their home