Pretty Boy Floyd / Stoney Point Lyrics - Your Daughters & Your Sons - Duhks

If you gather 'round me, people 

This story I will tell 

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 a wagon 

And into town they rode 

Well the deputy sheriff approached him 

In a manner rather rude 

Using vulgar words of language 

And his wife she overheard 

Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain 

And the deputy grabbed his gun 

And in the fight that followed 

He laid that deputy down 

Well they took to the hills and timber 

To live the life of shame 

And every crime in Oklahoma 

Was added to his name 

And he took to the hills and timber 

On the Canadian river shore 

And Pretty Boy found a welcome 

At every farmer's door 

Well there's many a starving farmer 

The same old story told 

How the outlaw paid the mortgage 

And saved their little homes 

Others tell you of a stranger 

That comes to beg a meal 

And underneath the napkin 

He left a thousand dollar bill 

Was in Oklahoma City 

Was on a Christmas Day 

There come a whole car load of groceries 

And a letter that did say 

Well, you say that I'm an outlaw 

You say that I'm a thief 

While here's a Christmas dinner 

For the families on relief 

Well, as through this world I've rambled 

I've seen lots of funny men 

Some will rob you with their six-gun 

And some with a fountain pen 

But it's through this world you ramble 

And it's through this world you roam 

You won't never see no outlaw 

Drive a family from their home