I'll tell you the story of Billy The Kid I'll tell you the things that this young outlaw did, It was out in New Mexico long long ago When a man's only chance was his old .44.
When Billy The Kid was a very young lad, In the 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 killed his first man.
Fair Mexican maidens liked Billy so well, How many he had no expert could tell While bragging and drinking he come to his end, Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend.
Pat Garrett rode up to the window that night The desert was still and the moonlight was bright, He listened awhile as the Kid told his tale Of shooting that guard at the Las Cruces Jail.
I rode down the border and robbed in Juarez I drank to the maidens, the happiest of days My picture is posted from Texas to Maine And women and riding and robbing's my game
It was while Billy bragged, have to waited outside Billy said to his girl: "I aint satisfied There's twenty-one men that I've put bullets through And the sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two."
Pat Garrett then fired and his thumb-buster cracked And Billy fell dead, he was blowed through the back Pat rode away, left the Kid lying dead And this is the last song of Billy the Kid.