If you'll gather 'ro… und me, children, a story I will tell,
'bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the to……wn of Shawnee, it was Saturday afternoon,
his wife beside him in his wagon as into town they rode.
There a deputy sher…iff approached him in a manner rather rude,
using vulgar words of language, 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 Oklahoma was added to his name.
But there’s many a sta….rving farmer, the same old story told,
how this outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little homes.
Others tell you o……f a stranger that comes to beg a meal,
and underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill.
It was in Oklaho……ma City, it was on a Christmas Day,
“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."
Now, as through this wo…….rld I ramble, I see lots of funny men,
some will rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen.
But as through your life you travel, and as through your life you roam,
you will never see an outlaw drive a family from their home.