| Song | Pretty Boy Floyd |
| Artist | Pete Seeger |
| Album | Pete Seeger: A Link In The Chain |
| Gather round me children | |
| A story I will tell | |
| About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw | |
| Oklahoma knew him well | |
| ‘Twas in the town of Shawnee | |
| On a Saturday afternoon | |
| With his wife beside him in a wagon | |
| It was into town they rode | |
| Well, a deputy sheriff called him | |
| In a manner rather rude | |
| Using vulgar words of language | |
| And his wife she overheard | |
| Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain | |
| The deputy grabbed his gun | |
| And in the fight that followed | |
| He laid that deputy down | |
| He took to the woods and timber | |
| He lived a life of shame | |
| Every crime in Oklahoma | |
| They laid on to his name | |
| He took to the river bottoms long | |
| The north Canadian shore | |
| And many a starving farmer | |
| He opened up his door | |
| They tell about a stranger | |
| The same old story goes | |
| How pretty boy paid their mortgage | |
| And he saved their little home | |
| Yeah, they tell about a stranger | |
| Who came to beg a meal | |
| And underneath his napkin | |
| He left a thousand dollar bill | |
| Into Oklahoma city | |
| It was on a Christmas day | |
| Come a whole wagon load full of groceries | |
| And a note on which did say | |
| “You say that I'm an outlaw | |
| You say that I'm a thief | |
| Well, here's a Christmas dinner | |
| For your families on relief” | |
| Through this world I've rambled | |
| I've seen many funny men | |
| Some will rob you with a six-gun | |
| And some with a fountain pen | |
| But as through your lives you travel, boy | |
| As through your lives you roam | |
| You won't never see no outlaw | |
| Drive a family from their home |
| Gather round me children | |
| A story I will tell | |
| About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw | |
| Oklahoma knew him well | |
| ' Twas in the town of Shawnee | |
| On a Saturday afternoon | |
| With his wife beside him in a wagon | |
| It was into town they rode | |
| Well, a deputy sheriff called him | |
| In a manner rather rude | |
| Using vulgar words of language | |
| And his wife she overheard | |
| Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain | |
| The deputy grabbed his gun | |
| And in the fight that followed | |
| He laid that deputy down | |
| He took to the woods and timber | |
| He lived a life of shame | |
| Every crime in Oklahoma | |
| They laid on to his name | |
| He took to the river bottoms long | |
| The north Canadian shore | |
| And many a starving farmer | |
| He opened up his door | |
| They tell about a stranger | |
| The same old story goes | |
| How pretty boy paid their mortgage | |
| And he saved their little home | |
| Yeah, they tell about a stranger | |
| Who came to beg a meal | |
| And underneath his napkin | |
| He left a thousand dollar bill | |
| Into Oklahoma city | |
| It was on a Christmas day | |
| Come a whole wagon load full of groceries | |
| And a note on which did say | |
| " You say that I' m an outlaw | |
| You say that I' m a thief | |
| Well, here' s a Christmas dinner | |
| For your families on relief" | |
| Through this world I' ve rambled | |
| I' ve seen many funny men | |
| Some will rob you with a sixgun | |
| And some with a fountain pen | |
| But as through your lives you travel, boy | |
| As through your lives you roam | |
| You won' t never see no outlaw | |
| Drive a family from their home |