Pretty Boy Floyd, Stoney Point-The Duhks

If you gather 'round me, people This story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw 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 Well the deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language And 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 Well they took to the hills and timber To live the life of shame And every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name And he took to the hills and timber On the Canadian river shore And Pretty Boy found a welcome At every farmer's door Well there's many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid the mortgage And saved their little homes Others tell you of a stranger That comes to beg a meal And underneath the napkin He left a thousand dollar bill Was in Oklahoma City Was on a Christmas Day There come a whole car load of groceries And a letter that did say Well, you say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief While 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 their six-gun And some with a fountain pen But it's through this world you ramble And it's through this world you roam You won't never see no outlaw Drive a family from their home