Byrds - Pretty Boy Floyd

^GWell gather round children, a ^Cstory I will ^Gtell About P^Dretty Boy Floyd the out^Glaw, Okla^Choma knew him ^Gwell ^GWas in the town of Shawnee on a ^CSaturday aftern^Goon His ^Dwife beside him in a ^Gwagon as ^Cinto town they ^Grode

^GAnd along come a deputy sheriff in a ^Cmanner rather r^Gude Using ^Dvulgar words of ^Glanguage and his ^Cwife she over^Gheard ^GAnd Pretty Boy grabbed a long chain, And the ^Cdeputy grabbed a ^Ggun And ^Din the fight that f^Gollowed, he ^Claid that deputy ^Gdown

^GThen he ran through the trees and bushes And ^Clived a life of ^Gshame Every ^Dcrime in Okla^Ghoma was ^Cadded to his ^Gname ^GHe ran through trees and bushes on the ^CCanadian River ^Gshore And ^Dmany a starving ^Gfarmer o^Cpened up his ^Gdoor

^GIt was in Oklahoma City, It was ^Con a Christmas ^GDay A ^Dwhole carload of g^Groceries and a ^Cletter that did ^Gsay ^GWell you say that I'm an outlaw, you ^Csay that I'm a ^Gthief Well, ^Dhere's a Christmas ^Gdinner for the ^Cfamilies on ^Grelief

^GAs through this life you travel, you ^Cmeet some funny ^Gmen Some ^Drob you with a ^Gsix-gun, some ^Cwith a fountain ^Gpen ^GAs through this life you ramble, as ^Cthrough this life you ^Groam You'll ^Dnever see an ^Goutlaw take a ^Cfamily from their ^Ghome