Come gather round me children, a story i will tell
of pretty boy floyd, an outlaw, oklahoma knew him well.
was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
his wife beside him in the wagon as into town they rode.
a deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude
using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard.
well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
and in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.
then he took to the trees and rivers to lead a life of shame.
every crime in oklahoma was added to his name.
yes he took to the trees and timbers on the canadian river shore,
and the outlaw found a welcome at many a farmer's door.
yes, there's many a starving farmer, the same story told

how the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home.
others tell about the stranger who came to beg a meal
and underneath the napkin left a thousand dollar bill.
it was 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 an outlaw, and you say that i'm a thief.
here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief."
well, as through the world i've rambled, i've seen lots of funny men,
some rob you with a sixgun, some with a fountain pen.
as through this world you ramble, as through this world you roam,
you'll never see an outlaw drive a family from its home.