As I went out for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a-walking and a-talking
By my true lover's side
I bid him to leave her alone

He said my age is twenty one years
Too old to be controled
So I drew my revolver from my side
Destroyed that poor boy's soul

So let's pass around that long necked bottle
And go out walking on the street
For today was the last of that Wild Bill Jones
Tommorrow will be the last of me

They sent me to prison for twenty long years
This poor boy longes to be free
For Will Bill Jones and that long neck bottle
Have found their rid of me