Christy Moore - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

Come gather round me people and
A story I will tell
About Pretty Boy Floyd the outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
In the town of Shawnee all
On a Saturday afternoon
With his wife beside him in the truck
As into the town he rode

There a deputy approached him in
A manner very rude
Using vulgar language that his
Wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain and
The deputy grabbed his gun
In the fight that followed he
Laid the deputy down
He took to the woods and mountains
Of the Canadian river shore
Pretty Boy found a welcome at
Many a poor farmer's door
He took to the woods and mountains
And led a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name

There is many starving farmer the
Same old story told
How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage
And saved their little homes
More speak about a strange man who
Came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin left
A thousand dollar bill

In the town of Shawnee all on a Christmas day
There came a car filled with groceries
And a message that did say
"You say I am an outlaw, you say I am a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner for
The children on relief"

As round the world I travel I've
Met all kinds of men
Some rob you with a six gun
Some with a fountain pen
But as round the world I travel
And round the world I roam
I've yet to see an outlaw drive
A family from their home