Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
 I'll 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 .44
 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 12 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 21 men
 Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
 He said to his friend, "I'm not satisfied
 There's 21 men I have put bullets through
 Sheriff Pat Garrett must make 22"
 I'll 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