Pretty Boy Floyd (Live)

Well you gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It was Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
As into town they rode

Well a deputy sheriff approached him
With a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
Miss Floyd overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
The deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down

Well he fled to the hills and woodland
To live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
There's many a starving farmer
The same old story told
About how he paid their mortgage
And saved their little home

Others tell you of a stranger
That's come to beg a meal

And underneath the napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas day
Come a whole carload of groceries
And a letter that did say
You say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief
Now here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief

Well as through this world I've rambled
I've seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun
Some with a fountain pen
But as through your lives you ramble
Well as through your life you roam
You won't ever see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home