Strapped on my holster low across my hips,
With two colt 45's with white plastic grips,
Then I 'd head west through our neighborhood,
And they'd say here comes young Billy and he's up to no good. (yeah)
I road a trail through the neighbor's back yard,
A shooting the bad guy's through my handlebars,
Known for my bravery both far and near,
Being 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 have got caught his innocences lost,
I wonder where he is. I miss Billy the kid.
These day's I don't know whos side to be on,
There's such a thin line between right and wrong,
I live and learn do the best I can,
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 have got caught his innocences lost,
Lord I wonder where he is. I miss Billy the kid.
I miss Billy the kid,
The times that he had the life that he lived,
I guess he must have got caught his innocences lost,
Lord I wonder where he is. I miss Billy the kid.
