If you'll 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 His wife beside him in a wagon And into town they rode Well, a deputy sheriff approached him With a manner rather rude With vulgar words of anger And Miss Floyd overheard Well, pretty boy grabbed a log chain The deputy grabbed his gun And in the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Well, he took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name Yes, the outlaw took to the country Along the river shore And pretty boy found a welcome At many a-farmer's door Yeah, there's told of a stranger Who came to beg a meal And underneath the napkin Left a thousand dollar bill Now, in Oklahoma city Upon a Christmas day A whole carload of groceries Came with a note to say "You say that I'm an outlaw You say that I'm a thief Well, here's a Christmas dinner For the families on relief" Now, as through this world you wander You'll see lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun And some with a fountain pen As through this world you wander As through this world you roam You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home