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    About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. 
    It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon,
    His wife beside him in the wagon, as into town they rode.
    There a deputy sheriff approached him in a manner rather rude,
    Using vulgar words of anger, and his wife, she overheard.
    Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun,
    And in the fight that followed he laid that deputy down.
    Then he took to the trees and timber to life a life of shame,
    Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name.
    Yes, he took to the river bottom along the river shore,
    And pretty Boy found a welcome at every farmer's door.
    The papers said that Pretty Boy had robbed a bank each day,
    While he was setting in some farmhouse, three hundred miles away.
    There's many a starving farmer the same old story told,
    How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home.
    Others tell you 'bout a stranger that come to beg a meal,
    And underneath his napkin lift a thousand-dollar bill.
    It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas Dayu,
    There came a whole carload of groceries with a note to say:
    'You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief,
    Here's a Christmas dinner for the families on relief.'
    Yes, as through this world I've rambled I've seen lots of funny men,
    Some will rob you with a six gun, and some with a fountain pen.
    But as through your life you'll travel, wherever you may roam,
    You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.