Pretty Boy Floyd

Pretty Boy Floyd - The Byrds
Well gather round children
a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon
as into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff
in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
and his wife she overheard
And pretty boy Floyd grabbed a long chain
and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
he laid that deputy down
he Then ran through the trees
and bushes and lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through trees
and bushes on the Canadian River shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door
It was in Oklahoma City
it was on a Christmas day
A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say
You say that I'm an outlahoma
you say that I'm a thief
Well here's a Christmas dinner
for the families on relief
As through this life you travel
you meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun
and some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble
as through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw
take a family from their home