Blond Bill

Blond Bill is my name
Robbing you is my game
Never got caught by the law
The ladies know my fame

Riding my horse (Named Bull)
Filling my pockets 'till they're full
The gang and I ride
Over the Backcorner countryside

Sheriffs on my trail
I'm sure, they will fail
Got no time for prison bars
I'm never gonna go that way

Building my legend up
Other outlaws... I shut them up
You must have heard of me
Blond Bill, yeah that is me

Howlin' at the moon
Is what Blond Bill used to do
A sinner, back in the day
Now Bill is lying in a grave

The last saloon
I Should've evade
It's where I met Lawman Bob
And a challenge for a fast draw game

Shootin' it all up
Still I lost to Lawman Bob
And his fast draw shot
Now Bill is lying in a grave

Howlin' at the moon
Is what Blond Bill used to do
A sinner back in the day
Now Bill is lying in a grave

Howlin' at the moon
Is what Blond Bill used to do
A sinner back in the day
Now Bill is lying in a grave



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Garritsen
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