Gregg Brown - Billy The Kid lyrics

[Verse 1] In the southern part of Texas, east and west of El Paso Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the trail to Mexico Theres a new made widow cryin' and a hearse a-rollin slow And I guess that Devil's pa**ed this way again [Verse 2] Theres a lathered sorrel stallion runnin 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 dealin' in a game that he can't win [Chorus 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-gun's got a bloody tale to tell Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell [Verse 3] Them fancy clothes you're wearin' 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 of fortune starts to turn [Verse 4] Your reputation's grown 'til its the biggest in the land And there ain't a lot of people left who wanna call your hand And I guess you'll go down shootin' just like all branded men And when you shake hands with the Devil you get burned [Chorus] 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-gun's got a bloody tale to tell Well, you're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell [Instrumental] [Chorus] 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-gun's got a bloody tale to tell You're a mile ahead of Garrett and a step outside of hell