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From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia,
rode a boy with a six gun in his hand
And his daring life of crime, made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Rio Grande
Well, he started with a bank in Colorado,
in the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid
And his age and his size, took the teller by surprise
And the word spread of Billy the Kid
Well, he never traveled heavy, yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
And he never had a sweetheart, and he never had a home
But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name
Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma,
and the law just could not seem to track him down
And it served his legend well, for the folks, they'd love to tell
'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town
Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy, and the judge said,
"String 'im up for what he did!"
And the cowboys and their kin, like the sea came pourin' in
To watch the hangin', of Billy the Kid
Well, he never traveled heavy, yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
And he never had a sweetheart, but he finally found a home
Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name
From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island,
rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand
And his daring life of crime, made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Rio Grande