Ry Cooder - Billy The Kid Lyrics
(traditional, arranged by ry cooder)(g) - (d)(g) Ill sing you a true song of (d) billy the (g) kidIll (d) sing the record of (g) deeds that he didWay out in new mexico a long time (d) agoWhen a (g) mans only friend was his (d) own forty- (g) fourNow when billy the kid was a very young ladIn old silver city he went to the badWay out west with a knife in his handAt the age of twelve years he killed his first manFair mexican maidens play guitars and singSongs about billy their boy bandit kingBefore this young manhood reached its sad endHed a notch on his pistol for twenty one menIt was on one black night that poor billy diedHe said to his friends, Im not satisfiedTheres twenty one men that Ive put bullets throughAnd sheriff pat garretts gonna make twenty-twoWell, this is how billy the kid met his fateA big moon was shining and the hour was lateShot down by pat garrett, silver citys best friendThe poor outlaws life have reached its sad end
