If you'll gather 'round me people
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It was Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in his wagon
It was into town they rode
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife, she overheard
Well, Pretty Boy grabbed a logchain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Well, there's many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How an outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Others tell you of a stranger
Who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand-dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
There came a whole carload of groceries
With a letter that did say
"Well, you say that I'm an outlaw
You tell me I'm a thief
Well, here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief"
Well, as through this world I've traveled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen
But as through this world you ramble
And as through this world you roam
You will never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home