Bob Dylan - Pretty Boy Floyd lyrics

If you'll gather 'round me, people A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee On a Saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon As into town they rode There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language An' his wife she overheard Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain And the deputy grabbed his gun In the fight that followed He laid that deputy down Now, he took to the hills and timber To live a life of shame Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name He took to the trees and timber On the Canadian river shore And pretty Boy found a welcome At every farmer's door Others tell you of a stranger That come to beg a meal And underneath the napkin Left a thousand dollar bill T'was in Oklahoma City It was on a Christmas Day There come a whole car load of groceries And a letter that did say: 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 Well, it's 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 Well, it's through this world you ramble It's through this world you roam You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home