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                                                          I'll sing...

[Verse 1]
     E                       B7
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
     E                      B7
I'll sing of some desperate deeds that he did
     E                A
Way out in New Mexico long, long ago
       E                         B7        E     Em
When a man's only chance was his own forty-four

[Verse 2]
     Em                  B7
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
   Em                 B7
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Em                          Am
Way out in the West, with a gun in his hand
       Em                         B7             Em     E
At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man

[Verse 3]
        E                    B7
There's Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
E                       B7
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king
E                         A
Ere his young manhood has reached his sad end
       E                       B7         E     Em
With a notch an his pistol for twenty one men

[Verse 4]
    Em                  B7
Was on a sad night when poor Billy died
   Em                 B7
He said to his friend I'm not satisfied
Em                            Am
There's twenty one men I have put bullets through
Em                       B7          Em     E
Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty two

[Verse 5]
     E                      B7
I'll sing you how Billy the Kid met his fate
    E                           B7
The bright moon was shining the hour was late
E                            A
Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend
    E                          B7         E     Em
The young outlaw's life is now come to an end

[Verse 6]
        Em                B7
There's many a man with a face fine and fair
    Em                       B7
Who start out in life with a chance to be square
Em                        Am
Just like poor Billy they wander astray
        Em                      B7        Em    
They'll lose their lives in the very same way