Well gather round me children
 A story I will tell
 About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw
 Homer knew him well
 He was in the town of Shawnee on Saturday afternoon
 His wife decided in a wagon and into town they rode
 
 And along come a deputy sheriff
 In a manner rather rude
 Using vulgar words of language
 His wife, she overheard
 Then Pretty Boy Floyd grabbed a long chain
 The deputy grabbed a gun
 And in the fight that followed
 He laid that deputy down
 
 And he ran through the trees and bushes
 He 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 starving farmer opened up his door
 
 Was in oklahoma city, it was on a Christmas Day
 A car load of groceries with a letter that did 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
 
 As through this life you travel
 You meet some funny men
 Some will 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 your home