Well I heard you in the back room Your friends had a laugh on me Passed my name through the cantina Yeah, your face was hard to read Something in your
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and
I was dressed to kill, I was ready Oh, girl, I was stepping out, yeah I was on my way to meet my steady When this fine young thing turned me right around
We interrupt this program to bring you a special report We are looking for a man named Billy who has just been accused For use of fake credit cards, use
Billy the kid I understand you It really ain't your fault that the west is so wild Billy the kid cain't reprimand you You must have been deprived when
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did 'Way out in New Mexico long long ago When a man's only chance
Strapped on my holster low across my hips Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips And I'd head west through our neighborhood And they'd say, "Here comes
In the southern part of Texas, east and west of EL Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying
Racing down the highway Road's open wide A modern-day young gun On a steel horse ride Feeling like an outlaw I'm Billy the kid Makin' most of this moment
We're looking for the king, the new Messiah We're following the star shining brighter "Old man, won't you help us if you can," He shook his head but he
From a town known as Wheeling West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and
In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow crying
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he cocked his hat and he wore his gun all wrong. We had the same girlfriend and he never forgot
Written by Joe Ely Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he cocked his head and he wore his gun all wrong We had the same girlfriend
Yeah, me and Billy the Kid, ain't never got along I didn't like the way he cocked his hat and he wore his gun We had the same girlfriend and he never
Silence In the steps of no-man's land Camp fire, the smell of prarie wind Men surround the blaze Drink booze recall the day Til a strangers voice rings
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder) (G) - (D) (G) I'll sing you a true song of (D) Billy the (G) Kid I'll (D) sing the record of (G) deeds that he