Jake Speed & The Freddies

Lyrics

Pretty Boy Floyd

Come gather ‘round me children, a story I will tell
‘bout Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
it was in the town of Shawnee, one Saturday afternoon
his wife beside him in the wagon and into town they road

there a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude
speaking vulgar words of anger, his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun
In the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down.

Then he took to the trees and timber to live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
But many a starving farmer, the same old story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home

Others tell you of a stranger who 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 come with a note to say:

You say that I’m an outlaw, you say that I’m a thief
Here’s a christmas dinner for the families on relief

As through this world I’ve wandered, I’ve seen lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
As through your life you travel, yes as through your life you roam
You’ll never see an outlaw drive a family from their home.