Well gather round me children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
Homer knew him well
He was in the town of Shawnee on Saturday afternoon
His wife decided in a wagon and into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
His wife, she overheard
Then Pretty Boy Floyd grabbed a long chain
The deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
And he ran through the trees and bushes
He lived a life of shame
Every crime in oklahoma, was added to his name
He ran through trees and bushes
On the Canadian river shore
And many starving farmer opened up his door
Was in oklahoma city, it was on a Christmas Day
A car load of groceries with a letter that did say
You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief
As through this life you travel
You meet some funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble
As through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
Take a family from your home