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  • If you'll gather 'round me, children,
    A story I will tell '
    Bout Pretty
    Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
    Oklahoma knew him well.
    It was in the town of
    Shawnee, A
    Saturday afternoon,
    His wife beside him in his wagon
    As into town they rode.
    There a deputy sheriff approached him
    In a manner rather rude,
    Vulgar words of anger,
    An' his wife she overheard.
    Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
    And the deputy grabbed his gun;
    In the fight that followed
    He laid that deputy down.
    Then he took to the trees and timber
    To live a life of shame;
    Every crime in
    Oklahoma Was added to his name.
    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 'bout a stranger
    That come to beg a meal,
    Underneath his napkin
    Left a thousand dollar bill.
    It was in
    Oklahoma City,
    It was on a
    Christmas
    Day, There was a whole car load of groceries
    Come with a note to say:
    Well, you say that
    I'm an outlaw,
    You say that
    I'm a thief.
    Here's a Christmas dinner
    For the families on relief.
    Yes, as through this world
    I've wandered
    I've seen lots of funny men;
    Some will rob you with a six-gun,
    And some with a fountain pen.
    And as through your life you travel,
    Yes, as through your life you roam,
    You won't never see an outlaw
    Drive a family from their home.
  • If you'll gather 'round me, children,
    A story I will tell '
    Bout Pretty
    Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
    Oklahoma knew him well.
    It was in the town of
    Shawnee, A
    Saturday afternoon,
    His wife beside him in his wagon
    As into town they rode.
    There a deputy sheriff approached him
    In a manner rather rude,
    Vulgar words of anger,
    An' his wife she overheard.
    Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain,
    And the deputy grabbed his gun;
    In the fight that followed
    He laid that deputy down.
    Then he took to the trees and timber
    To live a life of shame;
    Every crime in
    Oklahoma Was added to his name.
    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 'bout a stranger
    That come to beg a meal,
    Underneath his napkin
    Left a thousand dollar bill.
    It was in
    Oklahoma City,
    It was on a
    Christmas
    Day, There was a whole car load of groceries
    Come with a note to say:
    Well, you say that
    I'm an outlaw,
    You say that
    I'm a thief.
    Here's a Christmas dinner
    For the families on relief.
    Yes, as through this world
    I've wandered
    I've seen lots of funny men;
    Some will rob you with a six-gun,
    And some with a fountain pen.
    And as through your life you travel,
    Yes, as through your life you roam,
    You won't never see an outlaw
    Drive a family from their home.