Pretty Boy Floyd

If you'll gather 'round me children
 A story I will tell
 About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw
 Oklahoma knew him well
 'Twas in the town of Shawnee
 On a Saturday afternoon
 His wife beside him in a wagon
 And into town they rode
 Well, a deputy sheriff approached him
 With a manner rather rude
 With vulgar words of anger
 And Miss Floyd overheard
 Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain
 The deputy grabbed his gun
 And in the fight that followed
 He laid that deputy down
 Well, he took to the trees and timber
 To live a life of shame
 Every crime in Oklahoma
 Was added to his name
 Yes, the outlaw took to the country
 Along the river shore
 And pretty boy found a welcome
 At many a-farmer's door
 Yeah, there's told of a stranger
 Who came to beg a meal
 And underneath the napkin
 Left a thousand dollar bill
 Now, in Oklahoma city
 Upon a Christmas day
 A whole carload of groceries
 Came with a note to 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"
 Now, as through this world you wander
 You'll see lots of funny men
 Some will rob you with a six-gun
 And some with a fountain pen
 As through this world you wander
 As through this world you roam
 You won't never see an outlaw
 Drive a family from their home