Pretty Boy Floyd letra

Well gather around me children
A story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

He was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
As into town they rode

And along come a deputy sheriff
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
His wife she overheard

And pretty boy grabbed a long chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down

Then he ran through the trees and bushes
And 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 a starving farmer
Opened up his door

It was in Oklahoma city
It was on a Christmas day
A whole carload 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 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 their home