Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

	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
	ShawneeA 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
	OklahomaWas 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 wanderedI've seen lots of funny menSome will rob you with a six-gunAnd some with a fountain penAnd as through your life you travelYes, as through your life you roamYou won't never see an outlawDrive a family from their home

	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
	ShawneeA 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
	OklahomaWas 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 wanderedI' ve seen lots of funny menSome will rob you with a sixgunAnd some with a fountain penAnd as through your life you travelYes, as through your life you roamYou won' t never see an outlawDrive a family from their home

	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
	ShawneeA 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
	OklahomaWas 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 wanderedI' ve seen lots of funny menSome will rob you with a sixgunAnd some with a fountain penAnd as through your life you travelYes, as through your life you roamYou won' t never see an outlawDrive a family from their home

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