Chris Ledoux - Billy The Kid lyrics

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-rolling slow And I guess that Devil's pa**ed this way again There's a lathered Sorrel Stallion running through the Joshua Trees A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee And he's dealing in a game that he can't win Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell Them fancy clothes you're wearing and the women in your bed Can't take away the faces of the men that you left dead As you ride across the badlands with a price upon your head Now that wheel or fortune starts to turn Your reputation's grown 'til it's the biggest in the land And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand And I guess you go down shooting, just like all branded men And when you shake hands with the Devil, you get burned Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell Poor Billy Bonney, you're only twenty one Pat Garrett's got your name on every bullet in his gun Each notch you carved on your six guns, got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of Hell