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Pretty Boy Floyd - Cisco Houston
If you'll gather round me children
A story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
On a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode
Then a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard
Then pretty boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed his gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down
Then he took to the trees and timbers
To live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma
Was added to his name
Yes he took to the trees and timbers
On that Canadian river's shore
And the outlaw found a welcome
At many a farmer's door
There's a many a starving farmer
This same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Others tell you about a stranger
That come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma city
It was on a Christmas day
There came a whole car load of groceries
With a letter that did say
Well you say that I'm an outlaw
Well you say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief
As through this world I ramble
I see lots of funny men
Some rob you with a six gun
Some with a fountain pen
But as through this life you travel
As through your life you roam
You will never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home
