Sam Amidon - Wild Bill Jones lyrics

I was out, out walking around at night And I came upon Wild Bill Jones He was walking, he was talking with the girl I loved And I beat him for to leave her alone He said, "Young man, I'm twenty-two" "Too old for to be controlled" So I drew a revolver from my side And I shot at the poor boy soul He rambled and he scrambled all along the ground And he let out a dreadful moan He looked in the face of his darling true love Saying "Honey you are left all alone" Got my money in my pocket and my pistol in my hand Look for the man who made Wild Bill stand