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
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 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
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 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"
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 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