Pretty Boy Floyd

If you'll gather 'round me, children A story I will tell Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee It was Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language An' his wife she overheard Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and the deputy grabbed his gun And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down There's a many a-starving farmers The same old story told How this outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes Others tell you of 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 was a whole carload of groceries With a letter that did say "Well, you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief" Now, as through this world I ramble I seen lots of funny men Some will rob you with a six-gun Some with a fountain pen But as through your life you travel And as through your life you roam You won't ever see an outlaw Drive a family from their home --- Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger