Come gather 'round me children
There's a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon
And into town they rode

The deputy sheriff approached them
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard

Now, Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain
And the sheriff he grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid the deputy down

He took to the trees and rivers
Oh he's gonna lead a life of shame
And every crime in Oklahoma
was added to his name

In Oklahoma city
It was on a Christmas day
Came a whole carload of groceries
And a letter that did say

"Well you say that I'm a outlaw
and you say that I'm a thief
Well, here's a Christmas dinner
for the children on relief"

As through the world I ramble
Well as through the world I roam
I ain't never seen an outlaw
Drive a family from their home

As through the world I rambled
I've seen some funny men
Some are gonna rob you with a six-gun
Some will do it with a fountain pen

Some are gonna rob you with a six-gun
Some will do it with a fountain pen