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Come gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
‘Bout pretty boy floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well.

‘Twas 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 them
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard.

Well pretty boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down.

Then the took to the trees and rivers
To live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name.

Yes, he took to the trees and rivers
On that Canadian River's shore
And the outlaw found a welcome
At a many a farmer's door.

Yes, there's a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How this outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home.

Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill.

‘Twas in Oklahoma City
‘Twas on a Christmas Day
There come a whole car load of groceries
With a letter that did say:

Well, you say that I'm an outlaw
And you say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief.

Now as through this world I’ve ramble
I’ve see lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six gun
Some with a fountain pen.

As through this world you travel
As through this world you roam
You’ll never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home.

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