IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF TEXAS, EAST AND WEST OF EL PASO WHERE THE MIGHTY FRANKLIN MOUNTAINS GUARD THE TRAIL TO MEXICO THERE'S A NEW-MADE WIDOW CRYING AND A HEARSE A ROLLIN SLOW I GUESS THE DEVILS PASSED THIS WAY AGAIN THERE'S A LATHERED SORREL STALLION RUNNING THRU THE JOSHUA TREES AND A YOUNG MAN IN THE SADDLE WITH HIS COAT TAILS IN THE BREEZE HE'S GOT A SIX GUN ON HIS RIGHT HIP AND A RIFLE AT HIS KNEES AND HE'S DEALING IN A GAME THAT HE CAN'T WIN CHORUS POOR BILLY BONNEY, YOU'RE ONLY 21, PAT GARRETT'S GOT YOUR NAME ON EVERY BULLET IN HIS GUN EVERY NOTCH YOU CARVE ON YOUR SIX GUN HAS A BLOODY TALE TO TELL YOU'RE A MILE AHEAD OF GARRETT AND A STEP OUTSIDE OF HELL THOSE FANCY CLOTHES YOUR WEARIN AND THE WOMEN IN YOUR BED CAN'T TAKE AWAY THE TRACES OF THE MEN THAT YOU'VE LEFT DEAD AS YOU RIDE ACROSS THE BAD LANDS WITH A PRICE UPON YOUR HEAD AND NOW THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE STARTS TO Turn YOU'RE REPUTATION'S GROWN TILL IT'S THE BIGGEST IN THE LAND AND THERE AIN'T ALOT OF PEOPLE LEFT WHO WANT TO CALL YOUR HAND AND I GUESS YOU'LL GO DOWN SHOOTIN AND LIKE ALL BRANDED MEN WHEN YOU SHAKE HANDS WITH THE DEVIL YOU GET BURNED CHORUS