Sam Amidon - Wild Bill Jones Lyrics
I was out, out walking around at nightAnd I came upon Wild Bill JonesHe was walking, he was talking with the girl I lovedAnd I beat him for to leave her aloneHe said, "Young man, I'm twenty-two""Too old for to be controlled"So I drew a revolver from my sideAnd I shot at the poor boy soulHe rambled and he scrambled all along the groundAnd he let out a dreadful moanHe looked in the face of his darling true loveSaying "Honey you are left all alone"Got my money in my pocket and my pistol in my handLook for the man who made Wild Bill stand