G C G Well gather round children, a story I will tell D G C G About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well G C G Was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon D G C G His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode fiddle break G C G And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude D G C G Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard G And Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain, C G And the deputy grabbed a gun D G C G And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down banjo break G Then he ran through the trees and bushes C G And lived a life of shame D G C G Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name G C G He ran through trees and bushes on the Canadian River shore D G C G And many a starving farmer opened up his door fiddle break G C G It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day D G C G A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say G C G Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief D G C G Well, here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief mandolin break G C G As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men D G C G Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen G C G As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam D G C G You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home
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