Come gather 'round me children, there's a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon, and into town they rode
The deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language, and his wife she overheard
Now, Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain and the sheriff he grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid the deputy down
He took to the trees and rivers, oh he's gonna lead a life of shame
And every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
In Oklahoma city it was on a Christmas day
Came 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 thief
Well, here's a Christmas dinner, for the children on relief"
As through the world I ramble, well as through the world I roam
I ain't never seen an outlaw drive a family from their home
As through the world I rambled, I've seen some funny men
Some are gonna rob you with a six-gun, some will do it with a fountain pen
Some are gonna rob you with a six-gun, some will do it with a fountain pen