Billy The Kid

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


[Verse 2]

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


[Chorus]

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


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


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


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


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