Pretty Boy Floyd-Joan Baez

Well gather round children, a story i will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that i'm an outlaw, you say that i'm a thief Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home