Wild Bill Jones

As I went down for to take a little walk

I came upon that Wild Bill Jones

He was a walkin' and a talkin' by my true lover's side

And I bid him to leave her alone

He said, "my age is twenty-one

Too old to be controlled"

I pulled my revolver from my side

And I destroyed that poor boy's soul

He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground

And then he gave one dying moan

He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck

Saying, "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

So pass around that old long-necked bottle

And we'll all go on a spree

Today I saw the last of Wild Bill Jones

And tomorrow'll be the last of me