Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

Come gather round me children, a story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an
outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well.
Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday
afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon as into town they rode.
A
deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of
language and his wife she overheard.
Well, Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that
deputy down.
Then he took to the trees and rivers to lead a life of
shame.
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name.
Yes he took to the
trees and timbers on the Canadian river shore,
And the outlaw found a
welcome at many a farmer's door.
Yes, there's many a starving farmer, the
same story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little
home.
Others tell about the stranger who came to beg a meal
And
underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar bill.
It was in Oklahoma City,
it was on a Christmas day
Came a whole carload of groceries and a letter
that did say,
"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, and you say that I'm a
thief.
Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief."
Well, as
through the world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funny men,
Some rob you
with a sixgun, some with a fountain pen.
As through this world you ramble,
as through this world you roam,
You'll never see an outlaw drive a family
from its home.