The True Story of Buddy the Kid

[Verse 1]
Well, Buddy was a guitar slinger
He was known to be the best
And he played it with his left hand
He was the fastest in the west
And he was born in Lubbock, Texas
In the year of '34
And he fixed his teeth up good
And went to Clovis to record

[Verse 2]
Pat Garrett, his producer
He was best friends with the Kid
Until the day they argued
Over how he'd be recorded
"Hand over that guitar, amigo
Give it to that session guy"
And Buddy said, "Pat, that'll be
The day that I die"

[Chorus]
Whoa, Buddy the Kid
I'll tell you what he did
Oh, Buddy the Kid

[Verse 3]
So Pat booked him a tour
On a big old aeroplane
But all Buddy wanted to do was
Stay home with Marie Elaine
So he rounded up his posse
And the Crickets was his gang
And they abandoned the whole tour
And they went down south on the lam

[Chorus]
Whoa, Buddy the Kid
This is what he did
Oh, Buddy the Kid

[Bridge]
They holed up in the land of disenchantment for a while
Till someone phoned the studio
"Tell Pat we've got the Kid"
Pat Garrett smiled

[Verse 4]
And somewhere in a grave
Beyond Highway 84
Lies the body of your Buddy
By his favourite record store
He was shot down by his producer
For being true to his own art
And that is where his life ends
And his legend starts

[Chorus]
Whoa, Buddy the Kid
I'll tell you what he did
Oh, Buddy the Kid
Whoa, Buddy the Kid
That is what he did
Oh, Buddy the Kid