Pretty Boy Floyd

[Verse] Come 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 It was a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in the wagon As into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language And his wife she overheard Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain And the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Then he took to the trees and timbers And he lived a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name Yes he took to the trees and timbers On that Canadian River's shore And Pretty Boy found a welcome At many a farmer's door There's many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little home Mothers tell you about a stranger That came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin Left a thousand dollar bill Now as through the world I ramble I see lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun Some with a fountain pen But as through life you travel Yes, as through life you roam You'll never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home