Billy the Kid Traditional I’ll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid I’ll sing of the desperate deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico long, long ago When a man’s only friend was a 44 When Billy the Kid was a very young lad In old Silver City he went to the bed Way out in the West with his gun in his hand At the age of twelve years he killed his first man Young Mexican maidens play guitars and sing Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king How there’s a young man who had reached his sad end Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men It was on the same night when poor Billy died He said to his friends: I’m not satisfied There are twenty-one men I have put bullets Sheriff Pat Garrettmust take twenty-two Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate The bright moon was shining, the hour was late Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend The young outlaw’s life had now reached its sad end Now there’s many a lad with a face fine and fair Who starts out in life with a chance to be square But just like poor Billy, they wander astray They lose their life in the very same way   alles-uke.de