Come gather round me children, a story I will tell
Of 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 the wagon as into town they rode
A deputy sheriff approached them in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words and language and his wife she overheard
Well Pretty Boy grabbed a logging chain and 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 live a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Yes he took to the trees and timbers on the Canadian river shore
And the outlaw found a welcome at many a farmers door
Yes there's many a starving farmer the same story told
How the outlaw paid their mortgage and saved their little home
Others tell about the stranger who came to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin left a thousand dollar bill
It was in Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day
Came a whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say:
Well you say that I'm an outlaw and you say that I'm a thief
Well 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 would rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
As through this world you wander, as through this world you roam
You'll never see an outlaw drive a family from their home
Woody Guthrie
Charles “Pretty Boy” Floyd of Sallisaw, Oklahoma was convicted of bank robbery and murder but the folk made a hero of him.