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Billy The KidStrapped on my holster low across my hipsTwo Colt .45's with black plastic grips And I'd head west through our neighborhood And they'd say 'Here comes young Billy and he's up to no good' I rode a trail through the neighbor's backyard Shootin' the Bad Guys through my handlebars Known for my bravery both far and near Bein' late for supper was my only fear I miss Billy the Kid The times that he had The life that he lived I guess he must've got caught His innocence lost I wonder where he is? I miss Billy the Kid These days I don't know whose side to be on There's such a thin line between Right and Wrong I live and learn, do the best I can But there's only so much you can do as a man I miss Billy the Kid The times that he had The life that he lived I guess he must've got caught His innocence lost Lord, I wonder where he is? I miss Billy the Kid |