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Come gather 'round me children, a story I will tell
'Bout pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
'Twas in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a 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 log 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 live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Yes, he took to the trees and rivers on the Canadian river shore
And the outlaw found welcome at many a-farmers door
Yes, there's many a-starving farmer, the same story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home
Fathers tell about the stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill
'Twas in Oklahoma city, 'twas 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 this world I've rambled, I've seen lots of funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
As through this world you travel, as through this world you roam
You'll never see an outlaw drive a family from their home
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