The Ballad of Billy the Kid (Remastered)

From the town known 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 coyboy and the rancher knew his name.
Well he robbed his way to Utah to Oklahoma.
And the largest could not seem to track him down.
And he served his legend well,
for the folks they loved to tell,
'bout when Billy the Kid came to town.
Well one cold day a posse captured Billy,
And the judge said "string him up for what he did".
And the cowboy and their kin,
like the sea came pouring in,
to watch the hanging 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 a 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.