Strapped on my holster low across my hips,    Two Colt .45’s with black plastic grips;    And I’d head west through our neighborhood,    And they’d say,    “Here comes young Billy and he’s up to no good.”    I rode a trail through the neighbor’s backyard,    Shootin’ the Bad Guys through my handlebars.    Known for my bravery both far and near,    Bein’ late for supper was my only fear.      I miss Billy the Kid!    The times that he had!    The life that he lived!    I guess he must’ve got caught,    His innocence lost...    I wonder where he is?    I miss Billy the Kid!      These days I don’t know whose side to be on;    There’s such a thin line between Right and Wrong.    I live and learn, do the best I can,    But there’s only so much you can do as a man.      I miss Billy the Kid!    The times that he had!    The life that he lived!    I guess he must’ve got caught,    His innocence lost...    Lord, I wonder where he is?    I miss Billy the Kid!