Billy The Kid

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In the southern part of Texas, 
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east and west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains 
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guard the trail to Mexico
Theres a new made widow cryin' and a
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 hearse a-rollin slow
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And I guess that Devil's passed 
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this way again


[Verse 2]

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Theres a lathered sorrel stallion 
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runnin through the Joshua Trees
A young man in the saddle with his 
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coat tails in the breeze
Got a six gun on his right hip and a
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 rifle at his knee
        Em                         
And he's dealin' in a game that he 
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can't win


[Chorus]

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Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 
twenty-one
Pat Garrett's got your name on every
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 bullet in his gun
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Each notch you carved on your 
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six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett
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 and a step outside of hell


[Verse 3]
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Them fancy clothes you're wearin' 
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and the women in your bed
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Can't take away the faces of the men
 that you left dead
As you ride across the badlands with
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 a price upon your head
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Now that wheel of fortune starts to
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 turn


[Verse 4]
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Your reputation's grown 'til its 
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the biggest in the land
And there ain't a lot of people left
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 who wanna call your hand
And I guess you'll go down shootin' 
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just like all branded men
Em                                
And when you shake hands with the 
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Devil you get burned


[Chorus]
Am                       G
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 
twenty-one
Pat Garrett's got your name on every
Am
 bullet in his gun
Each notch you carved on your 
               G
six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett
      Em              Am
 and a step outside of hell


[Instrumental]
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[Chorus]
Am                       G
Poor Billy Bonney, you're only 
twenty-one
Pat Garrett's got your name on every
Am
 bullet in his gun
Each notch you carved on your 
               G
six-gun's got a bloody tale to tell
You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a
 Em             Am
 step outside of hell