Billy The Kid — текст песни (Marty Robbins)

Ill sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
Ill 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 forty-four.
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 twelve 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 twenty one men!
Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
He said to his friend, I`m not satisfied
There`s twenty one men I have put bullets through
Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two!

Ill 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!