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From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia 
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Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand 
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And his daring life of crime 
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Made him a legend in his time 
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East and West of the Rio Grande 
 

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Well he started with a bank in Colorado 
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In the pocket of his vest a Colt he hid 
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And his age and his size 
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Took the teller by surprise 
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And the word spread of Billy the Kid 
 

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Well he never travelled heavy 
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Yes, he always rode alone 
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And he soon put many older guns to shame 
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Well he never had a sweetheart 
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And he never had a home 
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But the cowboys and the ranchers knew his name 
 

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Well he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma 
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And the law just could not seem to track him down 
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And it served his legend well 
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For the folks they love to tell 
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'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town 
 
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One cold day a posse captured Billy 
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And the judge said, "String 'im up for what he did." 
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And the cowboys and their kin 
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Like the sea came pourin' in 
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To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid 
 

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Well he never travelled heavy 
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Yes, he always rode alone 
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And he soon put many older guns to shame 
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Well he never had a sweetheart 
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But he finally found a home 
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Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name 
 

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From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island 
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Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand 
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And his daring life of crime 
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Made him a legend in his time 
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East and West of the Rio Grande