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This is the story of a boy out in the West

12 years old he put his conscious to the test

Picked up a six gun

And he went into town

Fought with a cowboy

And he gunned his first man down

Swift in the saddle he rode for an outlaw band

They’d rustle cattle out in the open land

They’d make a good lick

Off of five hundred head

If you tried to stop them

You’d surely end up dead

As a regulator they had battled with the law

Lincoln county war had their numbers getting small

Sheriff pat Garrett

Was assigned to get rid

Of the murderous outlaw

That was named billy the kid

It was April 28th, 1881

Billy broke from jail and was back out on the run

A youth in his prime

With nothing to loose

Saying his next bullet

Had a sheriff to go through

As the story of the young boy will soon end

Garret catches up as does a nice cool spring wind

The kid drew his pistol

But this time was too slow

At 21 years he died

In New Mexico