Billy The Kid

The Sons Of The Pioneers <C>




Iíll sing you a true song of Billy The Kid

Iíll sing of the desperate deeds that he did

Way out in New Mexico long, long ago

When a mans only chance was his own 44


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 gun in his hand

At the age of twelve years Billy killed his first man


(minor) Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing

A song about Billy their boy bandit king

Out where his young manhood had reached its sad end

Had a notch on his pistol for 21 men


Was on the same night when poor Billy died

He said to his wife, Iím not satisfied

There are 21 men I have put bullets through

And Sheriff Pat Garrett must make 22


(minor) Now this is how Billy The Kid met his fate

The bright moon was shining the hour was late

Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was a friend

The young outlaws life had now come to an end


Thereís many a man with a face fine and fair

Who starts out in this life with a chance to be square

But just like poor Billy he wanders astray

And loses his life in the very same way