Marty Robbins - Billy The Kid Lyrics
Ill sing you a true song of Billy the KidIll sing of some desperate deeds that he didWay out in New Mexico long long agoWhen a man's only chance was his own forty-four.When Billy the Kid was a very young ladIn old Silver City he went to the badWay out in the West with a gun in his handAt the age of twelve years he did kill his first man.There's Mexican maidens play guitars and singSongs about Billy, their boy bandit kingEre his young manhood has reached his sad endWith a notch an his pistol for twenty one men!Was on a sad night when poor Billy diedHe said to his friend, "I'm not satisfiedThere's twenty one men I have put bullets throughSheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two!"Ill sing you how Billy the Kid met his fateThe bright moon was shinin', the hour was lateShot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friendThe young outlaw's life is now come to an end.There's many a man with a face fine and fairWho start out in life with a chance to be squareJust like poor Billy they wander astrayThey'll lose their lives in the very same way
