|
I was out walking around one night |
|
And i came upon wild bill jones |
|
He was walking, he was talking with the girl i loved |
|
And i begged him for to leave her alone |
|
He said |
|
young man i am 22 |
|
Too old for to be controlled |
|
So i drew a revolver from my side |
|
And i shot at the poor boy's soul |
|
He rambled and he scrambled all around the ground |
|
And he let out a dreadful moan |
|
He looked in the face of his darling true love |
|
Saying |
|
honey, you are left alone |
|
Got my money in my pocket |
|
And my pistol in my hand |
|
Look for the man who made wild bill still |
