| lyric | 1. I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid,
I’ll sing of the desperate deeds that he did,
Way out in New Mexico long, long ago,
When a man’s only friend was his own fortyfour.
2. 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 12 years he killed his first man.
3. Young Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king
How there’s a young man who had reached his sad end
Had a notch on his pistol for 21 men.
4. It was on the same night when poor Billy died
He said to his friends I’m not satisfied
There are 21 men I have put bullets through
Sheriff Pat Garritt must make 22.
5. Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
The bright moon was shining the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garritt who once was his friend
The young outlaw’s life had now reached its sad end.
6. Now there’s many a lad with a face fine and fair
Who starts out in life with a chance to be square
Butjust like poor Billy they wander astray
They lose their life in the very same way. |