Pretty Boy Floyd Lyrics

Come gather 'round me children, there's a story I will tellAbout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him wellIt was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoonHis wife beside him in the wagon, and into town they rodeThe deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rudeUsing vulgar words of language, and his wife she overheardNow, Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain and the sheriff he grabbed a gunAnd in the fight that followed, he laid the deputy downHe took to the trees and rivers, oh he's gonna lead a life of shameAnd every crime in Oklahoma was added to his nameIn Oklahoma city it was on a Christmas dayCame a whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say"Well you say that I'm a gambler and you say that I'm a thiefWell, here's a Christmas dinner, for the children on relief"As through the world I ramble, well as through the world I roamI ain't never seen an outlaw drive a family from their homeAs through the world I rambled, I've seen some funny menSome are gonna rob you with a six-gun, some will do it with a fountain penSome are gonna rob you with a six-gun, some will do it with a fountain pen