Gather round me children   A story I will tell   About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw   Oklahoma knew him well      ?Twas in the town of Shawnee   On a Saturday afternoon   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 timber   He lived a life of shame   Every crime in Oklahoma   They laid on to his name      He took to the river bottoms long   The north Canadian shore   And many a starving farmer   He opened up his door      They tell about a stranger   The same old story goes   How pretty boy paid their mortgage   And he saved their little home      Yeah, they 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 wagon load full of groceries   And a note on which did say      ?You say that I?m an outlaw   You say that I?m a thief   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, boy   As through your lives you roam   You won?t never see no outlaw   Drive a family from their home