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From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia
Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and West of the Rio Grande

Well he started with a bank in Colorado
In the pocket of his vest a Colt he hid
And his age and his size
Took the teller by surprise
And the word spread of Billy the Kid

Well he never travelled heavy
Yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
Well he never had a sweetheart
And he never had a home
But the cowboys and the ranchers knew his name

Well he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma
And the law just could not seem to track him down
And it served his legend well
For the folks they love to tell
'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town

One cold day a posse captured Billy
And the judge said, "String 'im up for what he did."
And the cowboys and their kin
Like the sea came pourin' in
To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid

Well he never travelled heavy
Yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
Well he never had a sweetheart
Tho' he finally found a home
Underneath the Boot Hill grave that bears his name

From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island
Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and West of the Rio Grande
From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia   Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand   And his daring life of crime   Made him a legend in his time   East and West of the Rio Grande      Well he started with a bank in Colorado   In the pocket of his vest a Colt he hid   And his age and his size   Took the teller by surprise   And the word spread of Billy the Kid      Well he never travelled heavy   Yes, he always rode alone   And he soon put many older guns to shame   Well he never had a sweetheart   And he never had a home   But the cowboys and the ranchers knew his name      Well he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma   And the law just could not seem to track him down   And it served his legend well   For the folks they love to tell   'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town      One cold day a posse captured Billy   And the judge said, "String 'im up for what he did."   And the cowboys and their kin   Like the sea came pourin' in   To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid      Well he never travelled heavy   Yes, he always rode alone   And he soon put many older guns to shame   Well he never had a sweetheart   Tho' he finally found a home   Underneath the Boot Hill grave that bears his name      From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island   Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand   And his daring life of crime   Made him a legend in his time   East and West of the Rio Grande