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 the wagon as into town they rode
 Then along came the deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
 Using vulgar words of language, his wife she overheard
 Then pretty boy grabbed a long chain and the deputy grabbed a gun
 And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down
 Then he ran to the trees and bushes to live a life of shame
 Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
 He ran to 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
 As through this life you travel you meet some funny men
 Some will 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