| Lyrics: | Billy The Kid
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 chance was his own
44.
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In the 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 first killed
his man.
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
A song about Billy, the boy bandit
king
How ere his young manhood had reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for
twenty-one men.
'Twas on the same night when poor Billy died
He said to his friends: |
