John Wesley Harding shot a man for snoring   Killed him in the bed right where he lay   He took a snort of whisky and went back to his sleepin   Rode out before they found him the next day,      Now the brothers Frank and Jesse, No-one could be more fearsome   They robbed the trains and rode in the outlaw gangs   The civil war was over but still they fought for Dixie   And legend has their last name to be James.      Chorus:   Livin' in the west must have been the best   Must have been the greatest time of all   Me I lived in the east and I was bored to say the least   But I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms starting brawls.      --- Instrumental ---      Little William Bonney, Billy the Kid they called him   Had to use a six-gun to survive   He bit the dust at twenty-one but he left a reputation   A notch for every year he was alive.      Chorus:   Livin' in the west must have been the best   Must have been the greatest time of all   Me I lived in the east and I was bored to say the least   'Cause I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms starting brawls.      And now the frontier days are over for William Frank and Jesse   And a thousand other bad guys of their day   But they still live on in stories and I hope they live forever   And to sum it up here is all that I want to say.      Chorus:   Livin' in the west must have been the best   Must have been the greatest times of all   Me I lived in the east and I was bored to say the least   'Cause I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms starting brawls.      Chorus:   Livin' in the west must have been the best   Must have been the greatest times of all   Me I lived in the east and I was bored to say the least   'Cause I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms starting brawls...