G C G Well gather round children, a story I will tellD G C G About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him wellG C G Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoonD G C G His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode fiddle breakG C G And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rudeD G C G Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheardG And Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain,C G And the deputy grabbed a gunContinues after the adD G C G And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down banjo breakG Then he ran through the trees and bushesC G And lived a life of shameD G C G Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his nameG C G He ran through trees and bushes on the Canadian River shoreD G C G And many a starving farmer opened up his door fiddle breakG C G It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas DayD G C G A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did sayG C G Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thiefD G C G Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief mandolin breakG C G As through this life you travel, you meet some funny menD G C G Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain penG C G As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roamD G C G You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home
Pretty Boy Floyd
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