Pretty Boy Floyd

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
 To live a life of shame
 Every crime in Oklahoma
 Was added to his name
 But a-many a-starving 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