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 log 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

Was in Oklahoma City

It was on a Christmas day

A whole carload 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