pretty boy floyd

come gather 'round me, children, here's a story i wanna tell, about pretty boy floyd, an outlaw, oklahoma knew him well, it was in the town of shawnee, on a saturday afternoon, with his wife beside him in his wagon, as into town they rode, a deputy sheriff approached him, in a manner rather rude, using vulgar words of anger, and his wife she overheard, pretty boy had a log chain, and the deputy had a gun, and in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down, he took to the trees and the timber, and he lived a life of shame, and every crime in oklahoma, was added to his name, he took to the trees and the timber, and get on the river shore, but the outlaw found a welcome, at a-many farmer's door, as a story of a stranger, who came to beg a meal, and underneath his napkin, he left a thousand-dollar bill, it was in oklahoma city, on an early christmas day, with a car load full of groceries, and a little note that say, "well, you say that i'm an outlaw, you say that i'm a thief, well here's a christmas dinner, for your? on relief", as through this world i've travelled, and as through this world i roam, and i've never see an outlaw, to run a family from their home, as through this world i've travelled, i've seen lots of funny men, some will rob you with a six-gun, and others a fountain pen, come gather 'round me, children, here's a story i wanna tell, about pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well, about pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well