The Ballad of Billy the Kid

From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia
 Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand
 And his daring life of crime
 Made him a legend in his time
 East and west of the Rio Grande
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 Well, he started with a bank in Colorado
 In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
 And his age and his size
 Took the teller by surprise
 And the word spread of Billy the Kid
 
 Well, he never traveled heavy
 Yes, he always rode alone
 And he soon put many older guns to shame
 And he never had a sweetheart
 And he never had a home
 But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name
 Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma
 And the law just could not seem to track him down
 And it served his legend well
 For the folks, they loved to tell
 'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town
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 Well, one cold day, a posse captured Billy
 And the judge said, "String him up for what he did!"
 And the cowboys and their kin
 Like the sea came pourin' in
 To watch the hanging of Billy the Kid
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 Well, he never traveled heavy
 Yes, he always rode alone
 And he soon put many older guns to shame
 And he never had a sweetheart
 But he finally found a home
 Underneath the boot hill grave that bears his name
 From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island
 Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand
 And his daring life of crime
 Made him a legend in his time
 East and west of the Rio Grande