Come gather round me childrennThere's a story I will tellnAbout pretty boy Floyd, an outlawnOklahoma knew him wellnn't Was in the town of ShawneenOn a Saturday afternoonnHis wife beside him in the wagonnAnd into town they rodennThe deputy sheriff approached themnIn a manner rather rudenUsing vulgar words of languagenAnd his wife she overheardnnNow pretty boy grabbed a long chainnAnd the sheriff he grabbed a gunnAnd in the fight that followednHe laid the deputy downnnHe took to the trees and riversnOh, he's gonna lead a life of shamenAnd every crime in OklahomanWas added to his namennIn Oklahoma cityn't Was on a Christmas daynCame a whole carload of groceriesnAnd a letter that did saynnWell you say that I'm an outlawnAnd you say that I'm a thiefnWell, here's a Christmas dinnernFor the families on relievennAs through the world I ramblednWell, as through the world I roamednI ain't never seen an outlawnDrive a family from their homennAs through the world I ramblednI've seen some funny mennSome are gonna rob you with a six-gunnSome'll do it with a fountain pennOh, some are gonna rob you with a six-gunnSome'll do it with a fountain pen