Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid 
I'll sing the record of deeds that he did 
Way out in New Mexico a long time ago 
When a man's only friend was his own forty- four 

Now when Billy the Kid was a very young lad 
In old Silver City he went to the bad 
Way out west with a knife in his hand 
At the age of twelve years he killed his first man 

Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing 
Songs about Billy their boy bandit king 
Before this young manhood reached its sad end 
He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty one men 

It was on one black night that poor Billy died 
He said to his friends,