Billy the Kid

In the southern part of Texas, East and West of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico There's a new made widow cryin' and a hearse a-rollin' slow And I guess that devil's passed this way again There's a lathered sorrel stallion runnin' through the Joshua trees A young man in the saddle with his coattails in the breeze Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee And he's dealin' in a game that he can't win Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell Them fancy clothes you're wearin' and the women in your bed Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head Now that wheel of fortune starts to turn Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand And I guess you'll go down shootin' just like all brand of men When you shake hands with the devil, you get burned Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty-one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell