Billy The Kid Lyrics - Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs - Marty Robbins

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid 

I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did 

'Way out in New Mexico long long ago 

When a man's only chance was his own forty-four. 

When Billy the Kid was a very young lad 

In old Silver City he went to the bad 

'Way out in the West with a gun in his hand 

At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man. 

There's Mexican maidens play guitars and sing 

Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king 

'Ere his young manhood has reached his sad end 

With a notch an his pistol for twenty one men! 

Was on a sad night when poor Billy died 

He said to his friend, "I'm not satisfied 

There's twenty one men I have put bullets through 

Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two!" 

I'll sing you how Billy the Kid met his fate 

The bright moon was shinin', the hour was late 

Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend 

The young outlaw's life is now come to an end. 

There's many a man with a face fine and fair 

Who start out in life with a chance to be square 

Just like poor Billy they wander astray 

They'll lose their lives in the very same way!