Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

	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

	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

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