Gather 'round me children and a story I will tell
'Bout 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 the wagon, it was in the town he rode
Then along came a deputy sheriff and a man rather rude
Used vulgar words of anger, his wife she overheard
Then 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 ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through the trees and timbers on the Canadian River shore
And many a starved farmer opened up his door
It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Day
A whole carload of groceries with a letter that did say
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 will rob you with a six gun, some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble, through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw drive a family from their home
Gather 'round me children and a story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well