CHORUS: But, everybody kept him hid
For the good things that he did,
'Cuase everybody was his friend in Sequoyah County.
In the year of '29, in the hard depression times,
Pretty Boy had a run-in with the law;
A handsome man at twenty-one he was friends with everyone
Except the man who owned the bank at Sallisaw.
It was early in the fall when a good man of the law
Lay dying where somebody shot him down.
Though the evidence was thin when they brought the verdict in,
They gave Pretty Boy fifteen long years in the pen.
In an Oklahoma town, Pretty Boy rolled and hit the ground
Through the window of the train that was prison bound.
Two long years was hit and miss and he was at the top of the list;
Pretty Boy made Enemy No. One.
On an Ohio farm, he took refuge in a barn
'Cause the law meant to do some harm
To Pretty Boy Floyd.
'Cross an open field he ran,
Why he did, we don't understand;
That's when death shook the hand of Pretty Boy Floyd.