Billy The Kid

Billy The Kid - Woody Guthrie

I'll tell you the story of Billy the Kid

And I'll tell of the things that this young outlaw did

Say out in the west when the country was young

When a gun was your law and your law was your gun

Now the Mexican maidens liked Billy so well

How many he had no expert could tell

While singing and drinking he come to his end

Shot down by Pat Garrett who once was his friend

Pat Garrett rode up to the window that night

And the desert was still and the moonlight was bright

And he listened awhile as the Kid told his tale

Of shooting the guard at the Las Cruces jail

You sweet Mexican maidens come give me your hand

At the age of sixteen I killed my first man

It was out in New Mexico long long ago

When a man's only chance was his old 44

I rode down the border and robbed in Juarez

I drank to the maidens the happiest of days

My picture is posted from Texas to Maine

And women and riding and robbing's my game

On the same night that young Billy died

He said to his friends I just ain't satisfied

There's twenty-one men that I've put bullets through

And the sheriff of this county's gonna make twenty-two

Pat Garrett then fired and his thumb-buster cracked

And Billy fell dead he was blowed through the back

Pat rode away and the Kid's laying dead

And this was the last song of Billy the Kid