Tom: D
Introdução:
D7
Strapped on my holster low across my hips
Two Colt .45's with white plastic grips
G
And I'd head west through our neighborhood
D7
And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy
And he's up to no good'... yeah
D7
I rode a trail through the neighbor's back yard
Shooting the bad guys through my handlebars
G
Known for my bravery both far and near
D7
Being late for supper was my only fear
A G
I miss Billy the kid
D
The times that he had
A
The life that he lived
A G
I guess he must've got caught
D
His innocence lost
A
I wonder where he is
C9 D7
I miss Billy the kid
D7
These days I don't know whose side to be on
There's such a thin line between right and wrong
G
I live and learn, do the best I can
D7
There's only so much you can do as a man
A G
I miss Billy the kid
D
The times that he had
A
The life that he lived
A G
I guess he must've got caught
D
His innocence lost
A
I wonder where he is
C9 D7
I miss Billy the kid
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