Well gather round me children, a story I will tell   about pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well   It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon   His wife beside him in the wagon as into town they rode      Then along came the deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude   using vulgar words of language, his wife she overheard   Then pretty boy grabbed a long chain and the deputy grabbed a gun   and in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down      Then he ran to the trees and bushes to live a life of shame   Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name   He ran to the trees and bushes on the Canadian river shore   and many a starving farmer opened up his door      It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day   A whole carload 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 their home