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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 timbers, he lived a life of shame, Every crime in Oklahoma they laid on to his name. Songtexte He took to the river boaters long the North Canadian river shore And many a starving farmer he opened up his door. They tell about a stranger, the same story goes How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home. Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill. Into Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say: ?You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief, Well, here?s a Christmas dinner for your families on relief.? Through this world I've rambled, I've seen many funny men, Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen. But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home. Aus Songtexte Mania