Billy the Kid

[Verse 1]
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll sing you the record of deeds that he did
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago
When a man's only friend was his own forty-four

[Verse 2]
Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out west with a knife in his hand
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man

[Verse 3]
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king
Before his young manhood had reached its sad end
He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty one men

[Verse 4]
It was on one black night that poor Billy died
He said to his friends, "I'm not satisfied
There's twenty one men that I've put bullets through
And sheriff Pat Garrett's gonna make twenty-two"

[Verse 5]
Well, this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
A big moon was shining and the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver City's best friend
The poor outlaw's life had reached its sad end