(woody guthrie) Gather round me children, a story i will tell About pretty boy floyd, the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well. With his wife beside him in a wagon it was into town they rode. Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard. Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down. He took to the woods and timbers, he lived a life of shame, Every crime in oklahoma they laid on to his name. He took to the river boaters long the north canadian river shore And many a starving farmer he opened up his door. They tell about a stranger, the same story goes
How pretty boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home. Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill. Into oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say: Well, here's a christmas dinner for your families on relief. Through this world i've rambled, i've seen many funny men, Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen. But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.