Gather round me children
A story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
'Twas in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in a wagon
It was into town they rode
Well, a deputy sheriff called him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she 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 woods and timber
He lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
They laid on to his name
He took to the river bottoms long
The north Canadian shore
And many a starving farmer
He opened up his door
A story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd, the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
'Twas in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in a wagon
It was into town they rode
Well, a deputy sheriff called him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she 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 woods and timber
He lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
They laid on to his name
He took to the river bottoms long
The north Canadian shore
And many a starving farmer
He opened up his door
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