I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll sing you the record of deeds that he did
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago
When a man's only friend was his own forty-four
verse 2
Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out west with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man
verse 3
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king
Before his young manhood had reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men
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verse 4
It was on one black night that poor Billy died
He said to his friends, "I'm not satisfied
There's twenty-one men that I've put bullets through
And sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two"
Verse 5
Well, this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver City's best friend
The poor outlaw's life had reached its sad end