Pretty Boy Floyd Utah Phillips

If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well

Was in Oklahoma city... (Nope.)

It was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode
A deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
With vulgar words of language
That 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

He took to the trees and timbers
To lead a life of shame;
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
He took to the trees and timbers
Down by the river shore
But pretty boy found found a welcome
At every farmer's door