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Pretty Boy Floyd - The Byrds
Well gather round children
A story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon
As into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard
And pretty boy Floyd grabbed a long chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Then he ran through the trees
And bushes and lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through 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 and a letter that did say
You say that I'm an outlahoma
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 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
