Billy the Kid

Strapped on my holster low across my hips

Two 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!