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