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 timbers, he lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma they laid on to his name

He took to the river boaters long the North Canadian river shore

And many a starving farmer he opened up his door

They tell about a stranger, the same story goes
How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little
Home

Others 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 wagonload 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, boys, as through your
Lives you roam
You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home