pete seeger
pretty boy floyd
If you'll gather 'round me, children, A story I will tell 'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. It was in the town of Shawnee, A Saturday afternoon, His wife beside him in his wagon As into town they rode.  There a deputy sheriff approached him In a manner rather rude, Vulgar words of anger, 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.  Then he took to the trees and timber To live a life of shame; Every crime in Oklahoma Was added to his name.  But a many a starving farmer The same old story told How the outlaw paid their mortgage And saved their little homes.  Others tell you 'bout a stranger That come to beg a meal, Underneath his napkin Left a thousand dollar bill.  It was in Oklahoma City, It was on a Christmas Day, There was a whole car load of groceries Come with a note to say:  Well, 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 wandered I've seen lots of funny men; Some will rob you with a six-gun, And some with a fountain pen.  And as through your life you travel, Yes, as through your life you roam, You won't never see an outlaw Drive a family from their home.