歌曲 | Billy The Kid |
歌手 | Dave Edmunds |
专辑 | Subtle As A Flying Mallet |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’ll sing you a true song of Billy the kid | |
I’ll sing the record of deeds that he did | |
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago | |
When a man’s only friend was his own forty-four | |
Now when Billy the kid was a very young lad | |
In old Silver city he went to the bad | |
Way out West with a knife in his hand | |
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man | |
Fair Mexican maids play guitar and sing | |
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king | |
Before this young manhood reached it’s sad end | |
He had a notch on his pistol for twenty one men | |
It was on one black night that poor Billy died | |
He said to his friends, I’m not satisfied | |
There’s twenty one men that I’ve put bullets through | |
And sheriff Pat Garrett’s gonna make twenty-two | |
Nowl, this is how Billy the kid met his fate | |
A big moon was shining and the hour was late | |
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver city’s best friend | |
Poor outlaw’s life have reached it’s sad end. |
I' ll sing you a true song of Billy the kid | |
I' ll sing the record of deeds that he did | |
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago | |
When a man' s only friend was his own fortyfour | |
Now when Billy the kid was a very young lad | |
In old Silver city he went to the bad | |
Way out West with a knife in his hand | |
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man | |
Fair Mexican maids play guitar and sing | |
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king | |
Before this young manhood reached it' s sad end | |
He had a notch on his pistol for twenty one men | |
It was on one black night that poor Billy died | |
He said to his friends, I' m not satisfied | |
There' s twenty one men that I' ve put bullets through | |
And sheriff Pat Garrett' s gonna make twentytwo | |
Nowl, this is how Billy the kid met his fate | |
A big moon was shining and the hour was late | |
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver city' s best friend | |
Poor outlaw' s life have reached it' s sad end. |
I' ll sing you a true song of Billy the kid | |
I' ll sing the record of deeds that he did | |
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago | |
When a man' s only friend was his own fortyfour | |
Now when Billy the kid was a very young lad | |
In old Silver city he went to the bad | |
Way out West with a knife in his hand | |
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man | |
Fair Mexican maids play guitar and sing | |
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king | |
Before this young manhood reached it' s sad end | |
He had a notch on his pistol for twenty one men | |
It was on one black night that poor Billy died | |
He said to his friends, I' m not satisfied | |
There' s twenty one men that I' ve put bullets through | |
And sheriff Pat Garrett' s gonna make twentytwo | |
Nowl, this is how Billy the kid met his fate | |
A big moon was shining and the hour was late | |
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver city' s best friend | |
Poor outlaw' s life have reached it' s sad end. |