Billy The Kid Lyrics - Singles - Chris Ledoux

In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso 

Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico 

There's a new made widow crying and a hearse a-rolling slow 

And I guess that Devil's passed this way again 

There's a lathered Sorrel Stallion running through the Joshua Trees 

A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze 

Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee 

And he's dealing in a game that he can't win 

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one 

Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun 

Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell 

Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell 

Them fancy clothes you're wearing and the women in your bed 

Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead 

As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head 

Now that wheel or fortune starts to turn 

Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land 

And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand 

And I guess you go down shooting, just like all branded men 

And when you shake hands with the Devil, you get burned 

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one 

Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun 

Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell 

You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell 

Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one 

Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun 

Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell 

You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell