Текст (слова) песни: Marty Robbins - Billy The Kid
Ill sing you a true song of Billy the Kid Ill 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!"
Ill 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!
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