Billy The Kid

(álbum: Subtle As A Flying Mallet - 1975)

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the kid
I'll sing the record of deeds that he did
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago
When a man's only friend was his own forty-four

Now when Billy the kid was a very young lad
In old Silver city he went to the bad
Way out West with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man

Fair Mexican maids play guitar and sing
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king
Before this young manhood reached it's sad end
He had a notch on his pistol for twenty one men

It was on one black night that poor Billy died
He said to his friends, I'm not satisfied
There's twenty one men that I've put bullets through
And sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two

Now, this is how Billy the kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver city's best friend
Poor outlaw's life have reached it's sad end