Pretty Boy Floyd

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If you'll gather 'round me, people,
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A story I will tell
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About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
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Oklahoma knew him well.

It was in the town of Shawnee,
On a Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in a wagon
And into town they rode.

There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Using vulgar words of language,
An' his wife she overheard.

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
And the deputy grabbed his gun;
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.

Now he took to the hills and timber
To live the life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.

He took to the trees and timber
On the Canadian river shore,
And Pretty Boy found a welcome
At every farmer's door.

[Instrumental verse, replacing the verse:
But a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes.]

Others tell you of a stranger
That come to beg a meal,
And underneath the napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.

T'was in Oklahoma City,
It was on a Christmas Day,
There come a whole car load of groceries
And 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.

Well, as through this world I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.

But as through this world you ramble,
As through this world you roam,
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.

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