Marty Robbins - Billy the Kid lyrics

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of some desperate
Deeds that he did
Way out in New Mexico long long ago
When a man's only chance
Was his own forty-four

When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve years he
Did kill his first man

There's Mexican maidens play
Guitars and sing
Songs about Billy, their boy bandit king
'Ere his young manhood has
Reached his sad end
With a notch on his pistol
For twenty one men!

Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
He said to his friend, "I'm not satisfied
There's twenty one men I
Have put bullets through
Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two!"

I'll sing you how Billy the Kid met his fate
The bright moon was shinin'
The hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett who
Once was his friend
The young outlaw's life is now
Come to an end

There's many a man with a face fine and fair
Who start out in life with
A chance to be square
Just like poor Billy they wander astray
They'll lose their lives in
The very same way!