Letra da Música: Pretty Boy Floyd - Wood

Come Gather Round Me Children, a Story I Will Tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd, An Outlaw, Oklahoma Knew Him Well

Was in the Town of Shawnee On a Saturday Afternoon
His Wife Beside Him in the Wagon As Into Town They Rode

A Deputy Sheriff Approached Them in a Manner Rather Rude
Using Vulgar Words of Language and His Wife She Overheard

Well, Pretty Boy Grabbed a Long Chain, and the Deputy Grabbed a Gun
And in the Fight That Followed, He Laid That Deputy Down

Then He Took to the Trees and Rivers to Lead a Life of Shame
Every Crime in Oklahoma Was Added to His Name

Yes He Took to the Trees and Timbers On the Canadian River Shore
And the Outlaw Found a Welcome At Many a Farmer's Door

Yes, There's Many a Starving Farmer, the Same Story Told
How the Outlaw Paid Their Mortgage and Saved Their Little Home

Others Tell About the Stranger Who Came to Beg a Meal
And Underneath the Napkin Left a Thousand Dollar Bill

It Was in Oklahoma City, It Was On a Christmas Day
Came a Whole Carload of Groceries and a Letter That Did Say

Well, You Say That I'm An Outlaw, and You Say That I'm a Thief
Here's a Christmas Dinner For the Families On Relief

Well, As Through the World I've Rambled, I've Seen Lots of Funny
Men
Some Rob You With a Sixgun, Some With a Fountain Pen

As Through This World You Ramble, As Through This World You Roam