Pretty Boy Floyd

Well gather 'round me children A story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon As into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language His wife, she overheard And Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain The deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes And lived a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name He ran through the trees and bushes On the Canadian River shore And many a-starving farmer Opened up his door It was in Oklahoma City It was on a Christmas day A whole carload of groceries With a letter that did say "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" As through this life you travel You'll meet some funny men Some'll rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble As through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw Take a family from their home