Lyrics:

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