Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

Well gather round me children, a story I will tell

About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in the wagon as into town they rode

Then along came the deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language, his wife she overheard

Then 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 to the trees and bushes to live a life of shame

Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
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He ran to the 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 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 their home