Billy the Kid
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid I'll sing of the reckless deeds that the did Way out in New Mexico a long time ago When a man's only friend was his own forty-four When Billy the Kid was a very young lad In old Silver City he went to the bad Way out in the west with a knife in his hand At the age of twelve years he killed his firstman Fair Mexico maidens play guitars and sing Songs about Billy their boy bandit king Now here is young manhood htat reached its sad end He'd notch on his pistol for twenty-one men Now 'twas on the same nihgt that poor Billy died He said to his freinds:"I'm not satisfied It's twenty-one men that I've put bullets through And sherriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two" Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate The bright moon was shining, and the hour was late Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend The poor outlaw's life had reached its sad end Now this is the true song of Billy the Kid these were the reckless deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico, a long time ago When a man's only friend was his own forty-four There's many a fine boy with a face fine and fair Who starts out in life with a chance to be square But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray Then he loses his life in the very same way