Pretty boy Floyd

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If you'll gather round me children, a story I will tell
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'Bout Pretty Boy the outlaw, Oklahoma new him well
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It was in the town of Shawnee, on a saturday afternoon
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His wife beside him in the wagon, as into town they rode


There a deputy sherrif approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of anger,
And his wife she overheared

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
The deputy grabbed his gun
And 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

Yes, he took to the river bottom
along the river shore
And Pretty Boy found a welcome
at every farmers door

There's many a starving farmer
the same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
and saved their little home

Others tell you about a stranger
that come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
left a thousand dollar nill

It was in Oklahoma city
It was on a christmas day
There came a whole carload of groceries
With a note to say:

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 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 your life you'll travel
Wherever you may roam
You won't never see no outlaw
Drive a family from their home
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m.vuijst