If you'll gather 'round me, children   A story I will tell   'Bout pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw   Oklahoma knew him well      It was in the town of Shawnee   A Saturday afternoon   His wife beside him in his wagon   As into town they rode      There a deputy sheriff approached him   In a manner rather rude   Vulgar words of anger   An' his wife she overheard      Pretty boy grabbed a log chain   And the deputy grabbed his gun   In the fight that followed   He laid that deputy down      Then he took to the trees and timber   To live a life of shame   Every crime in Oklahoma   Was added to his name      But a many a starving farmer   The same old story told   How the outlaw paid their mortgage   And saved their little homes      Others tell you 'bout a stranger   That come to beg a meal   Underneath his napkin   Left a thousand dollar bill      It was in Oklahoma city   It was on a Christmas day   There was a whole car load of groceries   Come with a note to say      ?Well, you say that I'm an outlaw   You say that I'm a thief   Here's a Christmas dinner   For the families on relief"      Yes, as through this world I've wandered   I've seen lots of funny men   Some will rob you with a six-gun   And some with a fountain pen      And as through your life you travel   Yes, as through your life you roam   You won't never see an outlaw   Drive a family from their home