Wild Bill Jones (Remaster)

As I went out for to take a little walk
I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walking and talking by my true lover's side
And I bid him to leave her alone

He says that his age is 21 years
Too old for to be controlled
I pulled my revolver from my side
Destroyed that poor boy's soul

He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground
And gave one dying moan
I threw my arms around my true lover's neck
Saying honey won't you please come home

So pass around that long necked bottle
We'll all go out on a spree
Today was the last of old wild bill jones
And tomorrow will be the last of me

They sent me to prison for 20 long years
This poor boy is yearning to be free
Old wild bill jones and that long necked bottle
Have been the ruin of me

So bring me a pillow for to lay my head upon
And a hammer for to beat out my brains
That old corn liquor's wrecked my body, poor boy
Pretty women have caused me great pain



Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Samuel Amidon
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