Wild Bill Jones

As I went out for to take a little walk I came upon that Wild Bill Jones He was walking, he was talking By my true lover's side And I bid him leave her alone He said his age was 21 And just too old to be controlled I grabbed my revolver From my side And I destroyed that poor boy's soul He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground Then he gave one dying moan He wrapped his arms 'Round my little girl's neck Crying, "Honey, won't you take me home?" So put them handcuffs on me boys And lead me to that freight car gate I have no friends Or relations there No one for to go my bail Pass around that long-neck bottle And we'll all go on a spree For today was the last Of that Wild Bill Jones And tomorrow will be the last of me They sent me to prison for twenty long years This old boy longs to be free For Wild Bill Jones And that bottle o' gin Have been the ruin of me