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Silence |
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In the steps of no-man's land |
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Camp fire, the smell of prarie wind |
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Men surround the blaze |
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Drink booze recall the day |
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Til a strangers voice rings out to pray the sin |
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'The man who pulls his gun'd be dead |
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before he moves the trigger' |
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Scared to death no one dared to breathe |
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Billy took their money |
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Burst into ringing laughter |
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Stole a horse and left the shattered scene |
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Billy the kid, beast of prey that won't be tamed |
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Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games |
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Wanted |
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For the men he'd killed in vain |
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A thousand dollars cash on Billy's head |
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Hunted by a star |
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For the lives he'd left in pain |
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And the day they met the outlaw lost the game |
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The marshal held his gun |
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Aimed at Billy's head with laughter |
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But the youngster was to proud for given' in |
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Billy felt no pain |
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But he was shot, the law was faster |
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Falling to his knees he hit the trail |
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Billy the kid, beast of prey that won't be tamed |
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Billy the kid, loved the thrill of deadly games |
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Billy the kid, a youngster and hie deadly gun |
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Billy the kid, a lonely hero on the run |
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The killing and the blood for golden dreams |
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A senseless war |
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An endless fight the youngster couldn't win |
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A hundred times before he'd died |
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He knocked on heaven's door |
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Til his maker opened up to lead him in. |
