Pretty Boy Floyd
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If you'll gather 'round me children, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee a 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 and his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a lock chain, deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down
Then he took to the trees and timber to lead a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
But 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 who come to beg a meal
Underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill
It was Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Day
There was a whole carload of groceries come with a note to say
"You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief"
As through this life I've traveled I've 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 will never see an outlaw drive a family from their home