Pretty Boy Floyd

Come gather 'round me children

There's a story I will tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee

On a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in the wagon

And into town they rode

The deputy sheriff approached them

In a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language

And his wife she overheard

Now, Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain

And the sheriff he grabbed a gun

And in the fight that followed

He laid the deputy down

He took to the trees and rivers

Oh he's gonna lead a life of shame

And every crime in Oklahoma

was added to his name

In Oklahoma city

It was on a Christmas day

Came a whole carload of groceries

And a letter that did say

"Well you say that I'm a outlaw

and you say that I'm a thief

Well, here's a Christmas dinner

for the children on relief"

As through the world I ramble

Well as through the world I roam

I ain't never seen an outlaw

Drive a family from their home

As through the world I rambled

I've seen some funny men

Some are gonna rob you with a six-gun

Some will do it with a fountain pen

Some are gonna rob you with a six-gun

Some will do it with a fountain pen