Wild Bill Jones

As I went down for to take a little walk
 I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
 He was a walkin' and a talkin' by my true lover's side
 And I bid him to leave her alone
 He said my age is twenty one
 Too old to be controlled
 I pulled my revolver from my side
 And I destroyed that poor boy's soul
 He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
 And then he gave one dying moan
 He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck
 Saying, "Honey, won't you take me home?"
 So put them handcuffs on me boys
 And lead me to that freight car gate
 I have no friends or relations there
 No one for to go my bail
 So pass around that old long necked bottle
 And we'll all go on a spree
 Today I saw the last of Wild Bill Jones
 And tomorrow'll be the last of me...