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