Wabash Cannonball
Billy The Kid

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid,

I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did,

Way out in New Mexico, long long ago

When a man's only chance was his own 44.

When Billy the Kid was a very young lad

In the old Silver City he went to the bad

Way out in the West with a gun in his hand

At the age of twelve years he first killed his man.

Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing

A song about Billy, the boy bandit king

How ere his young manhood had reached its sad end

He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men.

'Twas on the same night when poor Billy died

He said to his friends: