Pretty Boy Floyd

Lyrics:

• 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 Shawnee,
• A 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
• Along the river shore,
• Hiding on the river bottom
• And he never come back no more.


• Yes, he took to the trees and timber
• To live a life of shame;
• Every crime in Oklahoma
• Was added to his name.


• But a many a starvin' 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 wandered
• I've seen lots of funny men;
• Some will rob you with a six-gun,
• And some with a fountain pen.


• And as through your life you travel,
• Yes, as through your life you roam,
• You won't never see an outlaw
• Drive a family from their home.