Pretty Boy Floyd - MoriArty, Wayne, Rosemary Standley

Come gather 'round me, children

Here’s a story I wanna tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

It was in the town of Shawnee

On a Saturday afternoon

With his wife beside him in his wagon

As into town they rode

A deputy sheriff approached him

In a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of anger

And his wife she overheard

Pretty Boy had a log chain

And the deputy had a gun

And in the fight that followed

He laid that deputy down

Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better

He took to the trees and the timber

And he lived a life of shame

And every crime in Oklahoma

Was added to his name

He took to the trees and the timber

And get on the river shore

But the outlaw found a welcome

At a-many farmer’s door

As a story of a stranger

Who came to beg a meal

And underneath his napkin

He left a thousand-dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City

On an early Christmas Day

With a car load full of groceries

And a little note that say

«Well, you say that I’m an outlaw

You say that I’m a thief

Well here’s a Christmas dinner

For your ???

on relief»

As through this world I’ve travelled

And as through this world I roam

And I’ve never see an outlaw

To run a family from their home

As through this world I’ve travelled

I’ve seen lots of funny men

Some will rob you with a six-gun

And others a fountain pen

Come gather 'round me, children

Here’s a story I wanna tell

About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well

About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw

Oklahoma knew him well