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