and I'll tell of the things
that this young outlaw did,
when the gun was your law
and your law was your gun.
How many he had, no expert could tell.
While singing and drinking
Shot down by Pat Garrett,
Pat Garrett rode up to the
and the moonlight was bright,
You sweet Mexican maidens,
It was out in New Mexico long, long ago,
I rode down the border in a robin war
as I drank to the maidens
and women and riding and rob
On the same night that young Billy died,
And the sheriff of this county's
and his thumb buster cracked
he was blowed through the back
Pat rode away and the kids layin' dead
And this was the last song of Billy
