Letras
If you gather 'round me children, a story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
'Twas in Oklahoma City, no
'Twas in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in the wagon and into town they rode
A deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude
With vulgar words of language that Miss Floyd overheard
Well, Pretty Boy grabbed the log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down
He took to the trees and timbers to lead a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Yeah, he took to the trees and timbers down by the river shore
But Pretty Boy found a welcome at every farmer's door
There's many a starving family the same old story told
How the outlaw paid the mortgage and saved their little home
Or there's tale of a stranger who stopped to beg a meal
And underneath the napkin slipped a thousand dollar bill
'Twas in Oklahoma City upon one Christmas Day
Come a whole carload of groceries with a note to say
"Oh, you say I am an outlaw, you say I am a thief
Well, here's some Christmas dinners for the families on relief"
Now as through this world you ramble, there's lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
And as through this world you ramble and through this world you roam
You won't ever find an outlaw drive a family from its home