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As I went down for to take a little walk |
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I came upon that Wild Bill Jones |
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He was a walkin' and a talkin' by my true lover's side |
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And I bid him to leave her alone |
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He said my age is twenty one |
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Too old to be controlled |
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I pulled my revolver from my side |
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And I destroyed that poor boy's soul |
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He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground |
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And then he gave one dying moan |
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He wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck |
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Saying, "Honey, won't you take me home?" |
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So put them handcuffs on me boys |
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And lead me to that freight car gate |
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I have no friends or relations there |
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No one for to go my bail |
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So pass around that old long necked bottle |
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And we'll all go on a spree |
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Today I saw the last of Wild Bill Jones |
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And tomorrow'll be the last of me... |
