Written by woody guthrie



Well gather round children, a story i will tell

About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well



Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon

His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode



And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude

Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard



And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun

And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down



Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame

Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name



He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore

And many a starving farmer opened up his door



It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day

A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say



Well you say that i'm an outlaw, you say that i'm a thief

Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief



As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men

Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen



As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam

You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home