Billy The Kid

	Ill sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
	Ill sing of some desperate deeds that he did
	Way out in New Mexico long long ago
	When a man's only chance was his own forty-four.
	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 he did kill his first man.
	There's Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
	Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king
	Ere his young manhood has reached his sad end
	With a notch an his pistol for twenty one men!
	Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
	He said to his friend, "I'm not satisfied
	There's twenty one men I have put bullets through
	Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two!"
	Ill sing you how Billy the Kid met his fate
	The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late
	Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
	The young outlaw's life is now come to an end.
	There's many a man with a face fine and fair
	Who start out in life with a chance to be square
	Just like poor Billy they wander astray
	They'll lose their lives in the very same way!