I'll tell you the story of Billy The Kid
I'll tell you the things that this young outlaw did,
It was out in New Mexico long long ago
When a man's only chance was his old .44.
When Billy The Kid was a very young lad,
In the old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man.
Fair Mexican maidens liked Billy so well,
How many he had no expert could tell
While bragging and drinking he come to his end,
Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend.
Pat Garrett rode up to the window that night
The desert was still and the moonlight was bright,
He listened awhile as the Kid told his tale
Of shooting that guard at the Las Cruces Jail.
I rode down the border and robbed in Juarez
I drank to the maidens, the happiest of days
My picture is posted from Texas to Maine
And women and riding and robbing's my game
It was while Billy bragged, have to waited outside
Billy said to his girl: "I aint satisfied
There's twenty-one men that I've put bullets through
And the sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two."
Pat Garrett then fired and his thumb-buster cracked
And Billy fell dead, he was blowed through the back
Pat rode away, left the Kid lying dead
And this is the last song of Billy the Kid.
