Pretty Boy Floyd

Come and gather 'round me, children
 And a story I will tell
 A Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
 Oklahoma knew him well
 It was in Shawnee, Oklahoma
 On a Saturday afternoon
 His wife beside him in the wagon
 And into town they rode
 Well, the deputy sheriff approached him
 In a manner rather rude
 Using vulgar words of anger
 And his wife, she overheard
 Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
 And the deputy grabbed his gun
 And in the fight that followed
 He laid that deputy down
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 Well, he took to the trees and timbers
 On a Canadian river shore
 Hiding on the river bottom
 Never come back no more
 Well, he took to the trees and timbers
 To live a life of shame
 And every crime in Oklahoma
 Was added to his name
 But there's many a-starvin' farmer
 That same ol' story told
 Now this outlaw paid their mortgage
 Saved their little home
 Others will tell you of a stranger
 That come to beg a meal
 And underneath his napkin
 Left a thousand-dollar bill
 It was in Oklahoma City
 It was on a Christmas Day
 There was a whole carload of groceries
 Come with a note to say
 "Well, 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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 Well, as through this life I've rambled
 I've seen lots of funny men
 Some will rob you with a six-gun
 Some with a fountain pen
 And as through this life you ramble
 As through this life you roam
 You will never see an outlaw
 Drive a family from their home