If you gather round me children
The story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw
Oh, but only him well
That was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon
His wife was signing in his wagon In a tiny road
Well, a pretty boy, a deputy sheriff
Approached him in a minor-rather rude
Using both words and language And his wife she overheard
For the boy grabbed her off the chain And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Now he flipped to the hills
and woodlands To live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma
That day he said it to his name
Play it one more time
Now there's many a starving farmer
It's the same old story told
How this outlaw paid the mortgage Just to save their little home
Others tell you a
stranger Would come to beg a meal
Underneath the napkin Well,
it's a thousand dollar bill
Cause in Oklahoma City Was on a Christmas day
There come a whole carload of groceries And a letter that did say
Now you say that I'm an outlaw
And you say that I'm a thief
And here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief
And it's through this word
you ramble You'll see lots of cunning men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
And some with a fountain pen
And it's through this word you ramble
And it's through this word you know
You will never see an outlaw
Rob a family from their home