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Wild Bill
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Bluegrass
Wild Bill was released on June 7, 2005 by Rounder as a part of the album Marbletown
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Release DateJune 7, 2005
LabelRounder
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Highway
Blue Highway
Performer
Tim Stafford
Tim Stafford
Guitar, Baritone
Jason Burleson
Jason Burleson
Mandolin
Rob Ickes
Rob Ickes
Dobro
Wayne Taylor
Wayne Taylor
Upright Bass
Shawn Lane
Shawn Lane
Fiddle, Tenor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Stafford
Tim Stafford
Songwriter, Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Rouse
Scott Rouse
Producer, Recording Engineer
Don Cobb
Don Cobb
Mastering Engineer
Eric Conn
Eric Conn
Mastering Engineer
Gary Paczosa
Gary Paczosa
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer
Brandon Bell
Brandon Bell
Recording Engineer
Skunk
Skunk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lex Wax
Lex Wax
Assistant Recording Engineer
Thud Rippington
Thud Rippington
Assistant Producer

Lyrics

He rode out from Old Fort Hays alone
Thinkin’ ’bout the one left behind but not for long
Then he was gone
James Butler Hickock was his name
He never knew just why they called him “Bill”
Or “Wild,” since he never liked to kill
The youngest son of a Baptist preacher man
His mother said “Don’t take up the gun
Or you’re always on the run”
“Don’t go James,” she cried
And he told her that he wouldn’t but he lied
“I’m looking for my fortune and it ain’t in Illinois
But they say that farther West it’s open wide”
So he started off across the endless plains
And he soon became a jack of every trade
But some men are born not made
Nichols came to Springfield riding high
Looking for a dime-store Galahad
But Bill was all he had
Six foot three in a tall Prince Albert frock
He let his blond hair flow down behind
Two ivory-handled pistols at his side
The lies they built a legend ’round his head
They stared at him like the Son of God come down
That usually meant a good night on the town
Agnes Lake was a beauty so they say
She rendezvoused with Bill in old Cheyenne
And soon he won her hand
Nearly blind he married her that spring
Their love like fragrant blossoms grew
But deep inside she knew
“Don’t go Bill,” she cried
And he told her that he wouldn’t but he lied
“We could make a fortune in the Black Dakota Hills
Where a reputation keeps a man alive”
But she never saw that man again alive
Jack McCall was a drifter and a bum
He shot Bill in the back of the head
Aces and eights the dead man’s hand
The legend and the man are not the same
But the man died in Deadwood all alone
The legend still lives on
Written by: Tim Stafford
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