Pretty Boy Floyd - Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA - February 1969

Well gather round children, a story I will tell
 About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
 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 and his wife she overheard
 And pretty boy Floyd grabbed a long chain, and 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 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 and 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 meet some funny men
 Some 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