Billy rode on a pinto horse
Billy the Kid I mean
And he met Clyde Barrow riding
In a little gray machine
Billy pulled his bridle reins
And Barrow stopped the car
And the dead man talked to the living man
All underneath the morning star
Billy sais to the Barrow
Boy is this the thing you ride?
A car that does its ninety per
Machine guns at each side?
I only had my pinto horse
And my six-gun tried and true
Hell, I could shoot but they still got me
And someday they will get you too
For men that live like you and me
Are fighting a losing game
And the way we ride, and the way we shoot
It's all about the same
And the likes of us can never hope
For death to set us free
Cause the living are always after you
And the dead are always after me
Then from the East came the sound
Of hoof-beats with the dawn
And Billy pulled his reins and said
I must be gone
The from the West came the glare of a light
And the drone of a engine's song
And Barrow set his foot on the gas
And shouted back, "So long"
And Barrow rode into the East
And Billy into the West
The living man who can know no peace
And the dead man who can know no rest
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