Well gather round you children a story I will tell
My pretty boy Floyd the outlaw Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife was siding in a wagon as into town they rode
Went along come a deputy sheriff and a man a rather rude
Using vulgar words of language his wife she overheard
And pretty boy grabbed a long chain and deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down
And he ran through the trees and bushes and he lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Then he ran through the trees and bushes on the Canadian River shore
And then he starvin' farmer opened up his door
It was in Oklahoma City was on a Christmas day
With a 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
That's through this life you travel you meet some punny men
Some rob you with a six gun and some with a fountain pen
Well it's through this life you
ramble it's through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home