Well, as I went out for to take a little round
Walked upon old Wild Bill Jones
He was walking and a-talking by my true lover's
Side I bid him for to leave her alone
He said my age is twenty-one, too old for to be controlled
I drew my revolver from my side
I destroyed that poor boy's soul
He turned around and he fell to the ground
He give one dying groan
Then he threw his arms around his true lover's neck
Says, honey, you'll be left alone
One dollar in my pocketbook
And a quarter in my hand
Come on, boys, we will have a little drink
While I've got this money for to spend
You may pa** around your little brown jug
And we'll all get on a spree
For today's the last of old Wild Bill Jones
Tomorrow will be the last of me